I can’t stop thinking about that little angel face being an absolute nasty perv.
masturbation , porn , vomit
Gerard would always make time for himself at the end of a long day. Or a short one. Or one where all he did was sitting in his stinky basement.
It didn’t really matter what he was up to, or what plans he had to cancel, he had his needs.
Sitting on his chair, all hunched over, one hand already stroking the outline of his cock that was still hidden behind his boxers, as the other typed on his computer.
Same website every time, nothing new.
Tons of disgusting videos, some looking way too real for them to actually be planned, most likely stolen footage. It was such a turn on.
His breath hitched as it finally loaded, his eyes washed by images and videos of girls hunched over toilets, on bathrooms floors, on beds. It didn’t matter much to Gerard, as long as they were heaving their lungs out, puking everything they had in their guts.
“fuck..” he hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing his hardening cock as he scanned over the selection, pressing on a video that he didn’t see before. A small moan escaped his parted lips as it started, dick fully hard from nothing, like usual.
The girl was dressed in a tiny dress, her panties exposed as she hugged the toilet bowl, whining softly and complaining about her stomach.
Gerard bit his lower lip, shimming his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough for his erection to pop out. He immediately wrapped his long fingers around it, his eyes not leaving the screen for a second as the video continued rolling.
The chick started to shove her fingers down her throat, making horrid gagging noises that made Gerard moan all high pitched and pitiful, his hair already sticking to his forehead from how sweaty he had gotten. His hand didn’t stop moving, thumb rubbing his tip every other stroke, making his thigh muscles clench.
The girl couldn’t bring herself to puke, and started mumbling that she wish she could get some help, sticking her ass up in the air as she kept hovering over the porcelain bowl.
Gerard threw his head back at that, his eyebrows frowned in pleasure as his hips bucked into his fist. “w-wish I could help you, baby..” he mumbled through clenched teeth, his mouth dropping open a moment later as she started to vomit.
The sounds made Gerard fuck his fist faster than before. He wished he could be there, hump her ass and hold her hair as he watched her filling up the toilet bowl, heaving in his grasp. “oh god..” he mumbled at the thought, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from coming so soon. He wanted this to last.
The chick kept going. The more she puked, the further her dress rode up, and Gerard was entranced. He breathed heavily, eyes glued to the screen like it was his life line, her cries mixing with his embarrassing loud moans that he couldn’t be bothered to hold back.
He licked his lips as he watched her wiping her mouth, collapsing by the side of the toilet and staring right at the camera. Gerard bit his lower lip, not breaking “eye contact” as he kept stroking his cock like an animal in heat.
“look at ya.. fuckin mess..” he choked out, barely above a whisper, making himself even more worked up, if that was even possible. The girl started mumbling about being sick, about her body hurting, all while Gerard couldn’t stop moving his hand on his dick, not caring about it being dry and painful from a bunch of sessions he already had today.
She looked at the toilet bowl, wincing. “I made a mess..” she whined, and Gerard came right away. “fuck-!” With a loud moan, his hips buckled as he kept fucking his fist, all covered in cum now. His mind went blank, head tilted back as small whines and whimpers left his mouth.
After a minute of overstimulating himself, Gerard removed his hand from his dick, wiping it on his boxers before pulling them back up. He closed his computer and got up with a yawn, scratching the back of his head before heading upstairs for something to eat.
