A few months ago Gatsby taught me to squirt.
It’s not something I ever gave much thought to until it happened. He was fist fucking me, and I soaked him.
It’s one of those things that feels so wrong in the build up, but then oh so right. I love it. And I love it when he pins me down and rapes my pussy with a dildo, forcing me to spray all over him and myself. Then leaves me a whimpering, teary-eyed mess.
But the best has to be when he’s wound me up and teased me enough to beg for his cock. He turns me around and slams into me from behind, pounding my pussy while gripping my hips - it’s inevitable - I cum so hard I lose all physical awareness, until all I feel is a gush, then a trickle running down my legs just before they give way. My entire body turns to jelly, I can no longer hold myself up and his arms slip under around my waist, holding me up so he can keep fucking me until I’m filled with his cum.
But of course he only destroys me like that when he wants to.
I just hope he catches it on camera for me soon.