As the thrusts went on and on, I became more lustful and eager, sneaking a deep thrust here and there, breaking the limitations that my angry hole gave to me. The slight pain from it excited me, making me jerk faster. My toes, knees, and calves tightening in pure, utter pleasure. My back arced up and my head thrusted back, my mouth wide open.
As my lust continued to increase, I started moving my hips against my thrusts of the sharpie. All the while only one thought going through my mind, Austin, my boyfriend. I thought of him being there between my knees. Leaning over my body as he thrusts. Feeling his sweet, hot, exhausted breath against my soft neck. An occational "Oh, Austin!" escaping my lips as I thrust the sharpie hard into me, jerking myself with my three fingers as fast as I could.
A good eight minutes passed before the sensation of my orgasm started nearing closer and closer, my thrust of the sharpie becoming harder and deeper as the pleasure of the orgasm nulled the pain of the penitration. Finally, I reached my orgasm.
The pleasure of my orgasm hurting my jaws as my mouth widens as far as it could go. My back arcing higher and my head going back further. The orgasm forces my hole shut, quickly squeezing the sharpie out of me, sealing tight as strings of hot cum shot out of my cock.
I shivered slightly as I felt the so pleasent orgasm, one hand holding up my cock slightly, keeping it off of my stomach and pelvis, the other squeezing my right thigh tightly. The sharpie laying a few inches from my defeated hole.
After what felt like ages, my orgasm depleted. I no longer shook in pleasure, my knees straightened out. I was just laying there, naked, exhausted, on my bed, with a stomach littered with my hot cum.
After that, I lost all motivation for picking up my cum with my fingers. I didn't feel like eating any of it that one night. So I grabbed the papertowel used to temporarily lube up the sharpie and started picking up my cum. There being a lot more than what I thought.
The entire paper towel was covered in my cum. I couldn't find one place to hold it that wasn't wet. So I went to work with my fingers.
Placing it by my side I scraped my fingers along my body, getting the little that was left behind. I put it in my mouth, swallowing it slowly. Closing my eyes in bliss as my cum touches my tongue and slides down my throat.
After I finished with the remaining cum, my stomach only wet with my saliva, I rub my hands against myself, drying it against me before reaching for my boxers. Slowly pulling them on me, double checking to make sure they were on the right way.
I placed the sharpie next to the paper towel and relaxed. My hands together on my chest, my eyes closed, laying on my back in the complete darkness. I quickly went to sleep after that, only to be greeted with a weird dream...
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