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Here’s a voicenote a received from a follower. I’m learning a new editing package and have been playing around with it. This is the result. Not quite blockbuster film animation but working on it.
Oh… Might need your headphones or private space 😏
wanted to save this until Sunday but figured everyday is a bible day.
The way he would do me from behind. Our skin slapping together. That bitter-sweet sensation of him going real deep. That feels good, with a subtle hit of pain. Our skin sounded like church tambourines. He would hold my hips, pull me backwards, pull me onto him as he thrusted hard, deep, long. I’d grip the bedsheet, clutch them. I could feel him tilt and dip his hips as he thrusted, pounded me. Moans would come from my mouth but not sound like me. I’m all kinds of shaking, toes scrunched up. Then he’d say “Say it!! Call out his name!!”
I’ve got to admit the first time he commanded me to do it I was like wtf! But now, it’s just…
Let me explain. He’s ‘thing’ was to have me call out the Lord’s name when we were fucking.
Yeah!! I know right, crazy huh!?! But when you think about it most people do it naturally without thinking about it. But… when you do it consciously, when you’re told to do it, it’s a whole new ball game.
So, as I was saying. I’d be on my knees, on the edge of the bed, face buried in bedsheets and he’d be going in… and going it.
‘Say it!! Call out his name!’
Sometimes I’d hold back, grit my teeth, clench my nukki and be obstinate. Of course this is to piss him off, get him vex. It always worked. He’d go harder, spread my ass cheeks so he could go deeper, hit my roof.
‘Fuck! Oh my God! Yes. Yes! Shit!
He’d thrust in at an angle
‘Jesus! Oh God, oh God, oh God… yes! Oh God! Fuck! Oh fuck!
If you’d like to have me finish the story let me know.