For my wife birthday I hired a group of hardcore interracial sex workers they had 17 to pick from I picked Al 17 at a ridiculous price but my wife wanted to try black cock so I obliged the only rule was they had to be 11 or more and really think they didn’t disappoint I had my whore dressed up in a police outfit a sexy one with a leash and thigh high boots the minute the first three walk in they wasted no time and ripped her clothes off and slammed her onto her knees face dumb ass up and proceeded to take a huge cock and just destroy your pussy. She was screaming like crazy and this was just the beginning there was another 14 still on the way with massive cock over the next 17 hours. They completely destroyed her but she enjoyed every minute of it that whole time all she was called black cock hole a fucking slut dirty bitch suck that black dick take that in the ass all that over and over and over and she loved it all on. She must’ve taken at least 160 inches of cock and 67 loads, humongous and full jizz doesn’t that bother you no not at all because I go all my butt cheeks constantly too and if that’s what she wanted to have a great sexual experience on her birthday who am I to say no when it was all said and done at the end all 17 of them surrounded her and they all bukakes her and she collapsed in sexual glee she still talks and wants to do it again with another five extra guys my wife brought me 10 18!year old Asian chicks for me to do with as I pleases for 48 hours we have no jealousy we just make each others dreams come true

Pro-Dom/me Session18 to 66 years ● 75km around USA Revere
BDSM Play Partner18 to 80 years ● 500km around USA Lake Shore

He stands on the shoreline of his own history, waves hissing like suppressed confessions at his feet. The surf reminds him of “Take me back to Eden”..

That brief, aching plea Sleep Token once whispered into the dark.. Because Eden, for him, is simply a quiet room where love stays when tempests rise... Yet each time he reaches for it, the water retracts, leaving salt scored stone behind. 😔

He is learning that hearts can turn to granite long before they shatter, and the weight makes statues of the tender hearted..😶

Inside, thoughts spiral in endless, luminous loops..constellations that refuse to align. He is the “Ascensionism” refrain embodied. Climbing, always climbing, afraid the summit is a guillotine.
He overthinks every silence, hearing in it the ghost of all the times someone said they would stay and let go anyway.
He's not clingy.. No, just a cartographer of exits, mapping the quickest route someone might take when irritation flickers across their face.

Still, there is worship in him. Sleep Token sings “Offer me your devotion,” and he answers with every unsteady heartbeat, hoping devotion might be more than a song this time.

When he is noticed, truly heard, It’s a shot of aqua regia dissolving the rust that years of solitude left upon his spirit. One gentle phrase, one steady hand, and the metal inside him glows molten again.

If you say you love him, mean it in the language of patience. 😶 translate your anger into pauses, your doubt into clarifying questions. Remember the way “Are you really okay?” hung in the air.. ask it, mean it, wait for the messy truth. When once in a blue moon frustration flares, anchor him instead of casting him adrift. He is a ship scarred by storms but built to sail, your steadiness can be his northern star.🫥

He keeps reopening old wounds because , paradoxically, proves the heart still beats. Yet even the numb feel warmth when dawn leaks over a horizon they thought would always be black.
Tell him he’s safe. Tell him you won’t bolt at the first misstep. Trace the cracks in his shell and call them kintsugi, golden seams that promise beauty can survive impact..😶‍🌫️

Somewhere beyond the midnight of his
s, Euclid’s geometry falters and the straight lines of endings curve into continuations..
Let him believe in that impossible arc. Hold his hand as the tide rolls out and promise.. soft but certain, that this time, when the water crashes back, you’ll both still be standing, together, on the same shore.

He's a lover, and he's lost.

NSA18 to 80 years ● 500km around USA Reno

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