UnrealisticTabatha

Feminist at heart and in theory.

Weak in reality and inhibition, struggling with the fact that no matter the height of my academic achievements the only real use I present to the cosmos is a soft warm cavern for the use of a long dicked, animalistic type of man. On my knees as a adolescent I learned my true purpose, eyes watering from sadness and fear, oblivious to the cause of my tears. A older cousin's hard cock, grasps through my golden ginger blonde hair ten fingers two hands clawing my scalp, gagging in cadence to his hip thrusts my lips kissing his pubic bone surprised by what my throat would allow, fighting for air and what is left of my innocence. Finally, I could feel with my tongue that the end was near wondering where and what would happen when his prostate is cleared? Adrenaline and lack of oxygen had my head spinning, I found clarity in the third person watching myself from beside myself. My first of many out of body experiences as a teenage girl. He with drew his shaking body from within what felt like my chest but was my throat, created a loud separating suction pop un loading ropes of cum onto my forehead, creating multiple man made rivers flowing north from my eye brows past my freckled rosy cheeks. " He's still cumming," I thought feeling the splash of nut cover and drip down my pale freckled 32 C cups, wanting it all to be over knowing I need to be cleaned I decided to eat and lick it all up.