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He is sperming up my ass, the mother fucker
00:00-04:10: He is taking me from behind. Sound Satan. I'm on all four on a mattress in the ghetto part of town. He is pounding hard. In my ass. My throat makes primal sounds. His breath is heavy. He is enjoying it a bit too much. At times his sounds remind me of that grining dog from that old cartoon. Muttley. Like he can't believe his luck. He is getting away with it. The fucking my ass. Fucking dog. A dog is fucking my ass.

04:11-04:49: "Say something I say", and I don't wait for his response. "Say something" I repeat in the same breath. And again "Say something to me". I urge him. Plead him. There's that grin again. In his voice. He makes fun of me when he says "suck my cock" as if we are standing in the schoolyard and he is lovingly insulting me. Why the hell that tone? What is he up to? He gets to take my ass and then he doesn't even play his part. Mother fucker. But then he laughs. We laugh. I laugh.

"Do you mean it?" I ask. Does he want me to put it in my mouth now? After it's been up my ass? Am I clean up there? I think to myself. In the real world he just answers "Yes". Rapidly. Under his breath. And now amazingly almost annoyed at my question. "Yes suck it clean" he says. How can he go from laughing to being annoyed this fast? I do as he says. Put it in my mouth. Clean or not.

What the hell kind of dirty talk is this even.

04:50-05:46: He doesn't normally like blowjobs for some reason. But this time he does. That much is clear from his breathing. "It's good this" he says and stuffs my face further down over him. He forces himself down my throat now. He pushes my head all the way down. So that I gag.

05:47-08:58: "Give me your ass", he says. He sounds angry now. Hoarse too. I give it to him. Now anal again. Now he is borderline violent. He spits on my back. Degrades me. Tells me to stop making sounds. "Shut up" he says angrily. And repeats it. "Shut up". But this time playfully at least. I obey. I stop making sounds briefly.

"Move your hair away" he says. I do. "More" he says. "Remove more of it". He wants to see my back I think. "I'm coming now" he says. "Yes", I say. He is pounding hard now. Primal sounds. Breathing. And then he comes. Some exhaling. Exhaustion. And then finding the way back to normal behavior. Then kissing. He is finding his breath now. The kissing is gentle. An outro of sorts.

08:59:11:56 Or so I thought. He then takes my right breast in his mouth. Sucks it like a child seeking nutrition. He takes the whole breast in his mouth. The whole fucking thing. And sucks it greedily. And then goes down on me instantly. His tongue starts circling around my clitoris. And inside of me. "Spread your right leg more" he says. And takes more of me in his mouth. My breathing starts becoming heavier. I can see his face as he is doing it. I'm on my back looking down at his face. His eyes look up. Penetration. My breathing intensifies. And I come. An orgasm that lasts something like 20-30 seconds. Fucking dog. Bitch. I'm a bitch dog.
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A seriously wet sound // female oral orgasm
Intro: She lies on her side with her ass towards me. In a bed with iron bars. Raw unfiltered sound.

Description of the action as it unfolds:

//Beginning: A seriously wet sound. Beyond dirty wet. Drumming sound. Penetration. Her labia swallows greedily. A kiss. A seriously dirty sound. There is a rhythm to it. Breathing. Alternately. Another sound. A hungry one. The sound of “give me more”. Breathing again. "Give me more", "don't stop", "keep going", "give me more". "Penetrate". It sounds like your body trying to swallow me. Like a witch. Or like a carnivorous flower beckoning me closer. Further in. Into death. The little death. Maybe the big one. If I don't pay very close attention.

//next: Sound of the sheet and duvet. In the microphone. Friction. A Scratchy sound. I move you hips so I can get further in. It continues. Now a faster drumming. Harder. Heavier. Still rhythmic. You're making that sound again. That hungry sound. You're trying to hide your dark and twisted intentions. Even wetter now. Enticing.

//next: You say something indistinct. You want something from me. I answer "what?". I sound aggrieved. You explain with your body that I'm doing something wrong. Laughter in the microphone again. Negotiation. And then connection between us. Now I understand. You want me to do it slowly. I do what you want. Slower. “Yes” you whisper.

//next: You can't hear the pounding now. I grab your neck with my right hand. A hard grip. My thumb presses on the side of the neck. The other fingers balances. On your neck. No sound now. You can no longer hear the labia. Breathing. Kiss. The sound of the duvet and sheets again. Friction. There is something about the sound of the sheet. It absorbs. Retained breath.

//next: I'm using my tongue now. Rhythmic on your labia. “Yes” you whisper. Now I am hungry. I sound like Darth Vader maliciously breathing through a woman's womb.

//end: You are climaxing. I don't know yet. Your eyes seek me. I can feel it. I look up. You say something about spasms. “Could you feel it?” you ask. "No" I answer. "I could feel that you were building up heavily and then there was just silence," I say. And now understand that you have climaxed. “I think I'm starting to get it” I say.

//postscript 1: That drumming sound of your labia. At the beginning. It sounds like a trotting horse trudging through wet mud in a forest. Wet spring forest floor. A misty morning up north. Where the rider sits and rubs herself on the horse's back. With troubled breathing.

//postscript 2: That sound. Of tasting you. It sounds like I'm eating lasagna to survive. Steamy lasagna. As a miner eats it. Right after he has been rescued back up to the surface. And eats greedily. With a blanket over him. Up on the surface. Ready to live after far too long in the dark. Consumes nutrition. And a salty, wet, and steamy taste.
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