I f****** need a d***. I’ve been h**** for weeks now, and it’s getting worse. My neighbors listen as I j******* my p**** and scream while I’m c******. I could die on someone’s c***. I remember when my mom told me how my dad used to touch her b**** when they were young and hiding behind the building. I cried because I was disgusted with myself for being turned on by that. I’ll find a new partner, I know. When I’m laying in the bed I moan and imagine a man touching my body, I fantasize about feeling his p****. I dislike using condoms, however since I find condoms so disgusting sometimes I fantasize about playing with a d*** that’s wrapped up, touching the teat of his condom, sucking it. I did it with my ex, although I prefer to s*** it raw and swallow his c**. After s** he would give me condoms and I’d play with them, eventually ripping them apart while he’s driving me home in his car. I type with p**** juice on my fingers, I’m about to c** soon. When you think of it, it’s so hot when you know that the sperm cells end up in a latex bag, so the woman can’t get pregnant (even though that’s primary function of s**/i**********/coitus). So the little fuckers don’t enter her p****. And when he withdraws his d*** and condom from her p****, that sight… F***, I came on my fingers twice while on my job today. I think my male coworker heard me.
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