Romanticism & Kink

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On day 9 of orgasm denial, I woke up imagining I was tied naked to the bed. Women were queuing up outside the door to visit me. They were all in their favourite dresses. They came in, one by one, slipped their panties off from beneath their dresses and straddled my face, using it until they had cum. When the first woman had finished, she sat in a chair next to the bed and watched the second woman come in. As the second woman straddled my face, the first woman watched, and made herself cum again. Then it was the second woman's turn in the chair as she watched the third straddle my face, and the first pulled her panties back on and left. This way, every woman in the chain came twice before leaving the room. It went on, and on, with women of every age, shape, colour and size - skinny and nubile, gloriously fat, tall and short, long legged and little, black, asian, white...a parade of pussies, of every kind, lowering onto my face, some of them grinding hard and wet and deep on my mouth and nose and tongue, some of them lightly glancing me as they fingered themselves and dripped. And none of this was done silently. The women laughed, and chatted and moaned and screamed, and shared their feelings and fantasies, and never once referred to the fact that I was even there, my useless erection flapping on the bed behind them.

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If you’re not willing to suffocate to death eating your girls pussy don’t even waste her time