“They will think that perhaps you have already decided to come out of the closet because you are not known to meet a man and you are very shy and professional. Women will laugh behind your back wondering if you are bisexual or lesbian until they forget about it when your hair is already normal, you dress super feminine and, of course, then they’ll hate you like before because of your beautiful natural body. But didn’t you want all this, fucksow Karla, wasn’t it the desire of your mind and heart? ”, Marylou told me in her ear, with that sensual voice that makes me shudder when she uses it with me.
“And look how I got wet while cutting your hair,” she tells me and, leaving the razor aside, takes the fingers of her left hand to her pussy and puts them in, filling them with moisture, and then those of the right. With ten fingers already wet, “I will smear your first shampoo with my fluids”, and she proceeds to smear my entire skull with her liquid grool intimacy, which does not burn me, but gives me a contradictory feeling: on the one hand, I know that she makes a dreadful mockery of my submission, on the other hand, warms me up as it has seldom happened to me in my life.
There is something terribly dark and sensual about the sensation of her grool intimacy that lubricates my ravaged head. She leaves a little on the fingers of her left hand and smears my lips with her deepest grool flow, she gives me a wild, rough, possessive kiss not only on my mouth but of my soul. As I feel its hot and sweet taste in my mouth after my dreadful humiliation, I know, with frightening clarity, that I am crazy with passion for this awesome teen Marylou.
“Now, I take off the metal necklace and release your hands. You are free to do whatever you want with them. But I want my pleasure, so lower your head and I will place my pussy on your lubricated skull. I’m going to masturbate with it until I cum and I’ll smear your head more on the way, ”says Marylou.
I lower my head and feel the warmth of her labia and the burning start of her pussy on my shaved skull. She begins to move back and forth and I feel her intimate warmth on the crown of my head. I can’t take it anymore and break down completely so, by sheer instinct, I adapt myself to her rhythm and follow her. I myself collaborate in my degradation by rubbing my skull against her seething vagina of my own free will.
She notices it, while I hug her adorable thighs. She takes the sides of my head firmly and we rub ourselves without losing a single movement, sealing with our skins this new perversion that she shows me and that will be mine forever. I feel her shake, tremble and finally bend over onto my back in a kinky orgasm because she denies mine for my miserable body that is still burning.
But Marylou sees how I implore her with my eyes and my tears to finally let me come, and with her sarcastic smile full of contempt for my lesbian submission she puts four fingers inside my pussy and her thumb in my asterisk, in my anus, like if I were a depraved bowling ball for our passionate game between women.
Her five fingers move frantically inside my belly: “conchuda, useless cock, cheap whore, whore, infect worm, corrupt whore, you are so little that you deserve to be trampled, used over and over again because you are worth nothing, nothing at all , piece of disposable meat after using you, that you only deserve to wallow in rotten garbage while begging for sex with another woman, any woman ”.
And as I come, she sticks her fingers out and standing up, she pees on my shaved head: a long, slow, warm, powerful yellow stream that runs all over my body, from head to toe, as I whimper in an endless orgasm of abject submission because I know, deep down, that I am crazy with desire and maybe love for Marylou.
TO BE CONTINUED