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My tiny clitty caged and leaking as she looked at me with proud eyes. Smiling as she called me good girl. Keeping me breathless until she pulls back for a split second only to fuck my throat with force. Again. And again. Harder and faster. Giving me no time for breath. My mouth was just a hole to fuck.

I would keep my hands gripped tight onto my ankles as she face fucked me as fast as she pleased, her stomach slapping against my face. Every gag forcing my clitty to dribble piss.

I would feel her tip swell up as she's about to cum. Her breathy moans and praise would tell me how good I was doing. She would slow down but still fucked my mouth with evenly paced out thrusts. My mouth kept wide for her to hear how wet my throat is ready for her load down my throat.

One final push, she would hold the back of my head as I sputtered cum from my mouth around the base of her cock down her balls, gagging whatever I had left in me causing such a mess.

Things that suck. Hugs that aren't long enough. An embrace that wasn't tight enough. Silence when words are needed. Pretending with someone I shouldn't need to just for the good of it all.

Things that don't suck. Not having to say the million things to feel the understanding. Feel the company in what should be a very lonely time. It's the glances that spoke louder than words, even if sometimes I look away too quick and I don't know why but I did struggle at times. To feel the warm stare against the side of my face. You can pickup a lot with someone's gaze without having to utter a single word. The look of I am here. I am with you. A small innocent touch of pinkies brushing against each other. That calming effect as if sharing our sorrow together.

But still. Hugs that aren't long enough. Embraces that aren't tight enough. Words that are needed and to not pretend they are not.