SkylarDesire

I wanted to share with you my total love of masturbation practices with a little salt, which are my toys for anal stimulation, I have three toys, one that was the first I bought, which is an anal massager with a vibrator, and as it was too wide for me as it is folded to stimulate the prostate just behind the testicles inside, of course, but it hurt me because it was so thick as it has two protuberances like anal plugs, one at the end and another in the middle, which I reached once and it was.. It was a full-fledged rape, he opened my anus so that two fingers could enter it, plus I ordered two more dildos, one of 13 cm for beginners in silicone, a simple anal dildo that also worked for women, delicious, and another 15 cm wider than this one filled my anus. more the anus and provides more sensations, although with the other I can play longer. But I will now talk about the first, the anal prostate massager. Like I said, it hurt me to use. Last night I decided to try it again after trying two silicone dildos. I thought it would be more suitable for the anus. I was very excited at the idea and more and more I simply took off my boxer shorts and relaxed in bed, the prostate massager in hand, without vibrator. I didn't turn it on and I started relaxing my anus. The ball at the end, which looks like a glans, rubbed against my anus and I already felt a lot. It became hard by rubbing it against my anus that contracted. I applied gel on it and kept rubbing it. I directed it to introduce it a little and I saw that it was still wide for my anus. I am narrow and it takes me time to relax it and expand it to play with. After a while, the first ball, let's say the glans, entered and squeezed me hard inside. I could not continue the penetration for fear of hurting myself, and as it was only making me vibrate, my penis was relaxed, but I felt a lot. In addition, when I removed the toy, I felt a huge excitement, an orgasm without ejaculating. I put it back on and I almost passed out with pleasure. I was completely cramped, literally raped by this masseur. Pre-ejaculatory fluid, milk and more milk began to come out. I retired and I was still excited. Today, just by contracting my anus, I feel pleasure and it makes me want to try again, is it normal? I don't know, but it's very morbid, more morbid than physical actually, but I wet even thinking about it. I hope you will give me your opinion and define me with these stories, because in reality I am straight, but anal pleasure is something I can not contain. Greetings and I hope to have your opinion.

The scene begins in a room dimly lit by the warm light of a lamp on the bedside table. She appears slowly in the frame, dressed in a light robe that barely fits on her shoulders. Her red hair reflects golden reflections under the light, falling like a soft fire around her face. She doesn't say anything at first. She just smiles complicit, as if she knew a secret that she is about to reveal.. She sits on the edge of the bed, crosses her legs slowly and plays with the edge of the fabric, without hurrying, as if every movement was calculated to arouse curiosity. With a fixed gaze, she invites us to stay there, to observe. His hands slowly run over his neck, his collarbone, until they rest on the fabric that covers his skin.. She leans forward, as if to confide something in a low voice, and whispers that real magic happens when someone dares to stay until the end of the story.. It is a moment that mixes mystery and desire: a scene where what is suggested weighs much heavier than what is shown.

I live in a forgotten village between green hills and stormy sky, prisoner of a burning body of desire. My curves are generous: heavy breasts that swing under my simple and worn cotton dresses, a round ass that attracts the stealthy looks of men at the market, and a wet and hungry pussy that palpitates since childhood. I don't have sex, just this fire between my legs that's been consuming me for as long as I can remember. Every night I lock myself in my room, a small dusty room with a squeaky bed and a window overlooking a dark field. My fingers slide under my skirts, seeking relief from my swollen clitoris, which hardens at the first touch. « Elara, you’re a whore born to suck dicks,” I whispered to myself as I masturbated, my hand caressing my wet pussy desperately, the juice dripping down my thighs until it soaked the sheet.. I moan like a bitch in heat, imagining thick and hard dicks filling my mouth, my tongue licking the imaginary cum that I taste mentally. It's my secret ritual, an ecstasy that makes me tremble, but never satisfies me. I caress myself three, four times a day, sometimes more when the loneliness chokes me. In the morning, while I'm milking the goats, my pussy is throbbing and I sneak behind the barn, slipping my hand under my skirt, rubbing myself against a wooden pole until I cum in a muffled moan. « I need dicks, I need cum! » I murmur, the convulsed body, nectar dripping on my legs. The villagers look at me with suspicion, whispering that I am a witch because of my beauty and isolation.. Women avoid me, and men desire me in silence, but none dare to touch me. My mother died when I was young, leaving me with a drunk father who barely noticed my presence. So I grew up alone, feeding my desire for forbidden fantasies. One afternoon, while I was washing laundry by the river, I saw a man undressing behind the bushes. His big hanging dick hypnotized me. I hid, the pussy instantly wet, and I masturbated on the spot, my fingers sinking into my wet skin, moaning gently watching him.. « I love sucking dicks! "I thought to myself, imagining this cock in my mouth, and I cummed three times before he left, my juice mixing with the water of the river.. From that moment on, my obsession grew. I stole a cucumber from the garden, polished it with my saliva and used it at night, thrusting it violently into my pussy while moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me! » the body trembling with pleasure. One afternoon, under an old oak, the wind brought a crumpled parchment to my feet. « The temple of Aphrodite calls to you, Elara, where dicks are worshipped,” I read, and my pussy throbbed as if it lived a life of its own.. I leaned against the tree, my fingers sliding under my skirt, caressing my clitoris passionately while the wind played with my hair.. I imagined a cult of men with hard dicks, worshipping me while I sucked them, and I cried out, "I love sucking dicks! » My orgasm exploded like thunder, juice running down my legs. I decided to leave at dawn, the pussy still wet, the mind full of dicks. The journey was a delicious torture. I slept under the stars, the cold of the night touching my skin, and every night I touched myself without ceasing. Near a river, I undressed, the cold water contrasting with my burning heat. I masturbated with smooth stones, inserting them into my pussy, moaning while imagining the sperm filling me. « I love dicks! » I whispered, my body shaking three times in a row, the nectar dripping in the water. In a forest, I used a big branch, fucking myself with it until I cum four times, my juice soaking the ground, my voice turning into moans. One day, in a cave, I found a bent root and pushed it violently screaming: "I want to cum! » My pussy was dripping as I cummed five times, exhausted but hungry. My desire was an inextinguishable fire, and every orgasm brought me closer to the temple. After weeks of walking, I arrived at the shadow of a forgotten temple, the air filled with incense and forbidden sex. My pussy was so wet that my thighs were shiny, my dress sticking to my tits and buttocks like an invitation. The high priestesses were waiting for me, voluptuous women with bodies that exhaled power, their transparent robes revealing shaved pussies and breasts that begged to be touched.. « Welcome, Elara,” said the leader, her purring voice made me moan, and my pussy throbbed.. « Your cock worship brought you here. But to be a priestess, you must submit to the embrace of emptiness. » I was led into a secret chamber, a black marble altar sparkling under red candles. They stripped me of my robe with expert hands, leaving my naked body exposed, my heavy breasts trembling, my pussy dripping with impatience.. « Masturbate for us,” the chief ordered, and I obey, my fingers caressing my clitoris passionately, moaning before their eyes.. « I love sucking dicks! » I cried, my hand accelerating, the pleasure rising like a wave. But before I could enjoy, I could not enjoy.

The day had come, and I didn't know. Thousands of messages, voice messages and photos had disappeared. Days, weeks, months passed, and the desire to meet and connect continued to grow.. During this time, we had shared anecdotes, more serious things, fantasies and desires. A coffee as an excuse to say how much we wanted to see each other. We had promised ourselves so many coffees that at some point, we had to find each other and enjoy it.. A message, a place, and a whole afternoon to realize our desires. I was nervous, but as I approached the place and followed the instructions, my pulse accelerated. Suddenly, all I had imagined was just a dream, a memory. The expectation of what was to follow. I climbed the last staircase and there. I felt my heart pounding, my hands were cold and I even felt awkward. The door was half open, and he was standing next to her, holding her hand as she let me in.. He smiles and I smile. The door closed. He leaned over and we kissed. It was a brief and quick kiss; it was not the best of the afternoon, but it was the first. I knew it wasn't new to him; I had experienced it so many times, but I didn't care.. I knew stories, and they all ended up in the same place. He took my hand and led me to the couch. All I could say was how nervous I was. He started talking to me and reassuring me, staring at me intensely, leaving us a moment to digest the situation.. The desire for sex, touch and intimacy seeped from every pore of my skin. Our mouths launched against each other in a battle of tongues and desire. We sat down, I took off my top and started unbuttoning his shirt. I wanted to touch it, taste it and enjoy it. He saw the lingerie and threw himself on a nipple, caressing it and giving it all his attention.. We kept kissing, but we needed more, so he reached out again and dragged me into the bedroom.. He did not undress me, I did not undress him. We undressed each other, without ceasing to look at each other. Watching him release his erection from his underwear was absolutely delicious. I had caused this, and I was the only one to enjoy it. We stood at the foot of the bed. He kissed me and I returned his kiss with even more ardor. His hands went over my face, my neck, my chest, he touched my nipples, and his fingers sank into me. The excitement and desire could not be concealed, and my moisture betrayed me. As he began to torture me with his fingers, I could do nothing but seize his brand new erection, make it mine and massage it from his testicles to his glans.. I couldn't help but accelerate, but he didn't let me. We leveled our rhythm, and our breath was already warming the room. He asked me to lie down. He wanted to see with his own eyes how excited I was and how much I could be even more. He began to torture my clitoris; my vagina kept getting lubricated. He masturbated me again with his fingers and stimulated my clitoris again. It was like he worshiped my excitement. He created a bond with me through his voice and touch, repeating to me how excited he was to see me like this.. My heart rate hadn't dropped since I walked through the door. I was looking for his mouth, the warmth of his tongue, and I was twisting with pleasure on the mattress. I needed to give him back some of the pleasure I had received, so I asked him to lie down. He put on a condom, looked at me and let me do. I kissed his neck, licked it, then did the same with his jaw to his mouth, preparing to devour him as if he had not drunk a single drink of the day.. I felt his excitement; his breathing was also accelerating. I passed my tongue on his torso and his abdomen until I stopped in front of his penis. I started from below, starting with his testicles, licking, kissing and tasting. I went up along his penis until I slipped all his erection in my mouth. He helped me find the rhythm and depth of the blowjob. My saliva began to thicken in my mouth and spread with each back and forth of his erection. My breasts swayed and my nipples rubbed his testicles. My clitoris and vagina needed touch; I wanted to feel it inside, and I wanted to ride it. I was so excited that I could feel the moisture dripping inside my thighs. His erection slipped into me with great ease, pushing and rubbing against my G-spot.. He pushed from below, and I reciprocated by squeezing my vagina and contracting to surround his erection.. A fight of strength where only the pleasure won. He was there, telling me again and again what turned him on, looking at me again and again, making me cum. My gasp, hers, her breath, mine, her perfume, my perfume, and the smell of our sex.

As soon as you enter the room, my body reacts as if it was waiting for you. I watched you in silence, hoping you'd notice the moisture on my lips just by looking at you. I felt my breathing accelerate as your steps came closer, and your gaze undressed me well before your hands. When your fingers caressed my waist, a shiver ran through me. I clung to your neck and let my mouth seek yours with a hunger I could no longer hide. Your lips were firm, intense, and with each kiss, you robbed me a little more control. I didn't want to wait. I guided your hand to my breasts, feeling my nipples harden under your touch. My body trembled between your caresses, and a moan escaped from my throat as your lips descended along my neck, leaving a trail of heat until lost in my naked skin.. I surrendered myself completely when I felt your tongue slowly traverse me, playing with my anxiety, pulling me ever deeper panting. I needed you in me, and my body cried it out with every movement, every bend of my back. When you finally caught me, a broken sigh betrayed me. Each thrust was a fire, a pleasure that spread like irrepressible waves. I felt you mine, deep, strong. and I surrendered myself without reservation, moaning your name, letting the world disappear as my body shuddered again and again under yours. At that moment, I knew there would be no turning back: my skin, my desire and my pleasure were marked by you.

The leather of my dress hugs my warm skin, embracing every curve of my body. The collar around my neck tightens gently, reminding me that I am yours, your obedient bitch. Standing in front of the mirror, I caress my legs, letting my hands go up slowly to my thighs. I am so excited that I already feel my moisture impregnating my underwear. I approach the bed, sit down and slowly spread my legs, letting the fabric stretch and mark my moisture. I run my fingers over it, squeeze my clitoris, and a moan escapes my throat. « Look at me. I want you to see how I caress myself for you,” I whisper. I slide my fingers under my dress, and as soon as they touch my wet pussy, I suck my soaked fingers staring at you. I let you undress me slowly. The dress falls, leaving me only my necklace, and I kneel before you. I lean forward and wrap my lips around your cock. I suck it slowly first, licking the tip, letting it shine with saliva, until I take it all in my mouth. My moans are dirty, hot, my throat opens while I give you a deep blowjob, tears in my eyes from the blows. I choke and smile, obedient, swallowing every inch by clinging to your collar, like a whore. I can't take it anymore.. I get on all fours, bend my back and spread my wet pussy wide for you. « Make me yours. fuck me hard", I beg you in a broken voice. I feel your dick sinking in, wet and hot, and I scream loudly. Every stroke makes me gasp, the sound of your skin against my ass drives me crazy. You grab my collar, pull me back and fuck me violently as my dirty moans fill the room. My clitoris palpitates with every stroke, I touch myself while you fuck me, and I feel like I can't stand more. « I cum, I cum,” I scream, and a hot stream of cum gushes out, soaking everything in it.. The jet shakes me, my body shakes, but you don't stop. You keep hammering me hard, harder and harder, until I cum again, screaming, gasping, face against the bed and ass in the air.. Finally, I fall exhausted, sweaty, the collar still around my neck, my pussy wet and open, dripping. I smile, exhausted, my body trembling, whispering, “I am yours. always to you. use me when you want. »

Every crack of my heels on the ground is an invitation to your desire. The clic-clac rhythms the provocation, a private parade just for you. I don't wear a dress, nothing to hide my skin; only my heels, which give me a feeling of power, domination and deliciously dangerous. I cross my legs slowly, letting your gaze traverse my naked body. You feel the tension imagining these heels sinking into the ground as I spread my legs to show you everything. With every movement, with every step, the morbidity grows: I am a woman who knows what she wants, and here I want your gaze to linger on every square centimeter of my body. I caress myself with my heels, as if they were my armor and my most intimate fetish. My moans mingle with the echo of my steps, creating a scenario where only you, me and the desire that becomes unbearable exist.. Imagine yourself under me, feeling the pressure of my heels on your skin, while I cum with intensity, knowing that I am your fantasy come true. I am a MILF in heels. naked, sexy and ready to take you to the extreme.