X lets me play massage therapist on his cock.I've been hyperfixating for days on lingam massage, and managed to talk X into being my test subject while I get a hang of the basics. Sunday night turned into spa night with extra services for both X and myself. Tags: [fellatio] [massage] [happy ending] [cunnilingus] [missionary]Play Count: 676 X caves to my sick-day demands for a meat injection.I'm running a low fever—nothing awful, just psychogenic shit from a week of overexertion and not-so-great sleep. My body had an agenda of its own, though, and wanted a meat injection. Something something Vitamin D and Paracetamod.Play Count: 1973 In which I list the things I want you to do to me. (Sexually, obv.)I didn't actually have a written list; bear with me. You can take notes if that's your thing, but you already know my favorite moves. Also, at one point I said "in" when I meant "on" and "legs" when I meant "neck"—brain doesn't brain when cunt is cunting. But you're a quick study! You'll know what to do.Play Count: 1674 Freaked out, broke down, got off.I'm in the middle of a crisis for which nothing can be done until the morning. (I'm a big girl; I'll sort it out.) Did getting myself off fix it? No. Did it make me feel better? A little bit!Play Count: 1111 Failed mic test, failed composure, failed edge.This was my first attempt to record myself during solo play time, and I had no concrete plans beyond Hit Record + Don't Come Too Quickly, If At All. I had vague thoughts of edging, although I wasn't really holding myself to it because I was scheduled to host Saturday movie night with friends. Incredible timing on my part, honestly.
I'm still figuring out my setup, so the audio's kind of ass. Not that I'm one to cry over spilled cum. It's a mess, but it's my mess, goddammit.Play Count: 1061