Cry With Cum by Jessica-GospelBlossom

Friday afternoon …

Let it all slide, my love. The world can wait. You are mine now. You, your breath, your sex, your capsizing gaze. Settle down. Breathe. Feel your skin tingle at the very thought of what we’re about to do together. Jessica is here. Close by. Inside you.

This Friday afternoon is not ordinary. It’s an offering. A sanctuary of ecstatic masturbation. You will stay here, suspended in the nectar of time. Neither yesterday nor tomorrow. Just you and me and your rising cum. I want you to open your mind. I want you to surrender to this slow intoxication, this delicious languor. You have nothing to prove, only to be.

A Gooner. My Gooner. Devoted. Trance. Consenting. Divine. Each caress becomes a prayer. Each sigh, a golden rosary in the hollow of your half-open mouth. You are sublime in your offered perversion. And when you feel the wave, hold nothing back. Don’t fight it. Jessica wants to see you cry with cum. Yes… there. Like that. Keep going. You are perfect.