BoredPrince
Intus, ego plus sum...
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You wanna know what I think about when I train neck? Sex. I think about fucking. Myself.
More specifically fucking my wanting muscles. Yeah, those greedy little sex Vixens. Each flex, each tight squeeze, and they're asking -no no, begging to be fucked.
"Please..." they moan, against the metal's dominating pin and the slutty pull of gravity's desire. 'Please..........more!...........harder!' What else is there to do?
I fucking give it to them.
Each shove is another colossal thrust, I imagine penetrating my own sternocleidomastoid muscles. I am gliding between the rippling fibres of neck meat.
A spark of fatigue discharges like a bolt gun through splenius capitis, pain scores the inner flesh like the crack of a whip.
"Are you okay??" I ask. I am besides myself with concern.
'I'm...okay, just...keep trying your hardest!" splenius capitis winces.
So brave.
Under the naughty tickling burn of lactic acid they remain steady in their sultry squeezing and flexing, the musky scent of their salty tears drives me into a fucking frenzy.
I am as hard as a fucking girder, my cock is a diamond. You could forge swords off of the anvil-like stiffness lurking in the dungeon of my nether region.
Before finally, I am cumming. I am cumming so hard, with every fibre of my being, I let out a sonorous war cry, with all the hate and frustration and love I can muster, not unlike a spastic being beaten with a wooden spoon. Every muscle in my body is spasming in unison, they have finally become one. I am one. I am fucking myself.
More specifically fucking my wanting muscles. Yeah, those greedy little sex Vixens. Each flex, each tight squeeze, and they're asking -no no, begging to be fucked.
"Please..." they moan, against the metal's dominating pin and the slutty pull of gravity's desire. 'Please..........more!...........harder!' What else is there to do?
I fucking give it to them.
Each shove is another colossal thrust, I imagine penetrating my own sternocleidomastoid muscles. I am gliding between the rippling fibres of neck meat.
A spark of fatigue discharges like a bolt gun through splenius capitis, pain scores the inner flesh like the crack of a whip.
"Are you okay??" I ask. I am besides myself with concern.
'I'm...okay, just...keep trying your hardest!" splenius capitis winces.
So brave.
Under the naughty tickling burn of lactic acid they remain steady in their sultry squeezing and flexing, the musky scent of their salty tears drives me into a fucking frenzy.
I am as hard as a fucking girder, my cock is a diamond. You could forge swords off of the anvil-like stiffness lurking in the dungeon of my nether region.
Before finally, I am cumming. I am cumming so hard, with every fibre of my being, I let out a sonorous war cry, with all the hate and frustration and love I can muster, not unlike a spastic being beaten with a wooden spoon. Every muscle in my body is spasming in unison, they have finally become one. I am one. I am fucking myself.
