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WORSHIP THE MANHOOD AND BREED WITH IT (Erotic Audio Role-play 18+) (Patreon)

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Hey...

Come and give him some love…

💜🧔🏻Matthew


[M4F] WORSHIP THE MANHOOD AND BREED WITH IT [Immersive] [Cock worship] [Boyfriend experience] [MDom] [Body appreciation] [Dirty and poetic] [Binaural SFX] [Slight Breeding] [Supported Cowgirl] [Lifting you on me] [Sex] [Creampie] [Mutual Orgasms] [18+] 

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Venusinaphrodite_

Sir I think you should fuck me hard enough that everyone I’ve flirted with hears us. Fuck me like they wanted to fuck me😜 Shall I let them hear how good I cum for you? And then when we’re done instead of me excusing myself to the bathroom we’ll walk back out and I’ll give you a little secret wink when you’re slipping down my thigh. Maybe you can push it back up into me. I wanna be in a room full of people and know I’m yours by the most intimate of reminders. Maybe I’ll flirt with everyone a little more while you watch knowing you’re dripping from my pussy. And that they’re after where you already are. They could pull up my dress and take off my panties but all they’d find is you. Oh, and gimme my ice cream😘🤣

San

I am fully awake. I had been asleep for a while. I am exhausted, drained. It is the middle of the night, Monday. It's almost 3am. It is quiet. I can only hear the little hum of the fridge. I was warm under the covers, before I got up. But something had just caught me and captivated me; I just listened to you. I went to get some paper and a pen. Brrrr, it was cold. I sleep naked so the contrast was striking. The temperature drops more and more at night, but this is Brrrrrrrr… I went back to my bedroom and put on my robe to write on the bed. As I settled in, leaning against the pillows, my writing pad on my thighs, you know what I thought? That it's not my robe I would like to wear right now, but your T-shirt. (Yeah, that shirt. The one that always starts something...) Your shirt that I would have picked up off the floor, at the foot of the bed, or wandering over the arm of the chair. I'd probably look cute in it, but mostly I'd want to write in your smell. Mmm, that should be quite inspiring. Anyway, here we are, in the present moment. It's very intimate what I am writing, but with paper and a pen in my hands, I have no filter. It just flows. What goes through my head is what the ink will throw onto the paper with conviction. Now, I don't know how my words will flow or what crazy ideas will land on this page (the crazy ideas I'll blame on the medication), but I am convinced of one thing; this is the kind of private letter I should fold and place in an envelope and mail to New Zealand. It would certainly be less intimidating. Since when does this bother me. I feel vulnerable, I just want a soup and a hug. A big hug. It makes you wonder why I’m writing all this. Ok. So, I made several attempts to listen to the audio, without success. I was falling asleep, probably following the first few minutes. Still, it's a success because when I sleep, I don't feel the pain. What other success is there to have? So I say a big THANK YOU! Thank you for always being there at the right time. I could probably stop there and say thank you. That would be a nice ending; thank you for everything. You'd understand how much it means. However, you took your time to create this recording, which doesn't leave me indifferent in the least, so telling you how it felt to listen to you, it's the least I can do. Also, I have to ensure my sanity. Love, affection, compassion, desire, dedication, enormous respect, shuddering/goose bumps? relief, and so on and so forth. I am delighted with what you have done. That's what I felt for the man behind the mic. You know, honestly, I didn't wait for your audio to worship your manhood. I mean, I had a video on hand and my mind to do whatever I wanted. Except...Except this is the first time, love, that I felt like you were genuinely allowing me to access that virility. It's more than that I would say. You wanted me to love it, to love all of you. And wow, that did something to me. From the first moments when, in a determined voice, you asked me to look at you and and said: ''I think It's time’'. Then you tap the mattress so I can sit next to you. I like that. I like that tapping sound of come over here, approach, I'll give you some attention. (Maybe that's where I fell asleep in my first attempts to listen, even though you weren't making me come closer to hug me.😏) Then I listened to your explanations. I understood that you didn't want to displease us (Displease? Disappointed ? Anyway déplaire en français). You like to make us feel good, you like to satisfy us, you are sensitive to our requests, you quickly fulfill our expectations. You take care of us, the best way you can, as much as you can. Then it's like I just realized how easy it must not always be for you. It seems obvious, you are a human being after all. We experience the same feelings I know that but still, it hit me. I even thought: Did he wait, thinking he had no right to cross that line of intimacy between us? To protect us both? Some subjects are more sensitive than others. I even thought: Did he wait, thinking he had no right to cross that line of intimacy between us? To protect us both? Some subjects are more sensitive than others. Our relationship is so intimate that our two juxtaposed worlds attract each other like magnets and sometimes even want to intrude on each other because of the good feeling it brings. I even thought: Did he wait, thinking he had no right to cross that line of intimacy between us? To protect us both? Some subjects are more sensitive than others. Our relationship is so intimate that our two juxtaposed worlds attract each other like magnets and have the unfortunate tendency to want to interfere with each other at every level. The intimate part provides so much well being for oneself. Knowing how to keep a distance from all this is essential to protect your heart, to keep your mind healthy. To limit the potential damages, to know how to manage, to dose. One of the two worlds should act without regard for the other, let go, drop the barriers, be free. Easier said than done, isn't it? My mind wanders. If I were a person who acted in way X in the real world and way Y in the other world maybe yes it would be easier. But we are not like that, are we? X or Y, we have decided to keep our authenticity. It's not the easiest choice. But I damn sure love us for it! I see more positives than negatives. We walk away when we need to and we find each other the way we should. But our heart is always there no matter what and filled with love and compassion for the other. Am I getting lost here? It's just that I appreciate you considering me, while you have the right to say what's on your mind or fantasize as you please. I don't put it in my head that I have to like all your audios ( if it can take some pressure off you). Have I ever told you that I love you? Yes ? Well, I'll say it again then. One more, can't hurt. Then for my part, if you ever pass a comment that hurts me, I'll know it's not on purpose. Hurtful to me for some reason, but completely harmless to someone else. Deep down, I know how much you love me. Oh lord, if a stranger listens to your audio and reads my comment, he'd think what the hell is wrong with her! It makes me laugh. Am I really writing all this in the middle of the night when I'm not at my best? Shouldn't it always be like this? Me: I really liked your audio. It was cool. You: Thanks for listening. That's a perfectly appropriate comment. It would be simpler, less time consuming to write. But it's so not us! I imagine us writing this all the time. (Right now, I can't stop laughing! 😂Oh no, my stomach hurts, please! 😂🤢 Imao... I’m dying...🤣🤣 Ten minutes have just passed. I put my head in the pillow so hard I was laughing. You'd think I was crying my eyes out, but no, just the giggles going. I can't even hold my pen properly. Fuck, I'm tired. I'm laughing for no reason. I'm still shaking. I'm drained.) Matthew? Thanks for not taking me for granted. I love your audio. I love that you waited for the right moment. You could have done it a thousand different ways without it resonating in such an intimate and personal manner. I love that you don't do anything without feeling it first. That's what turns me on. You knew us Belles would understand. Thank you for having a relationship with each of us. And thank you because as you said, it was about time! Are we at another stage in our relationship now? Because I am not sure if you know what you are getting into. Damn, when you say: "Sit here beside me". The way you say "me" drives me crazy. No, but really! Do you have any idea how sexy you sound in my ear? I accept your request for forgiveness and your offering. Your cock is beautiful and I want to be part of this ritual. This ritual that is nothing but a tribute to me. Meditation is good for me. I meditate. Images, colors, smells, textures come to mind. I see fruits and vegetables in abundance and full of water. It looks like the answer to a prayer. Maybe I should light a candle? It whets my appetite and I am thirsty. This meditation arouses vital needs in me. I become aware of it. I am meditating. I must be on the right path. I know what I need. I try to fill myself with this feeling that shelters me, because it is good for me. I feel it in my belly, which is warming up. You want me to visualize all your hidden parts moving inside me. It was done a long time ago. I am trying to do it, I assure you. But at the moment my thinking is disturbed. I’ m thinking: Show me that part that no one is allowed to see but me. The meditation is over. I finally open my eyes. I don't look at you the same way anymore, I know. You see it. You make my heart beat and I feel a strong desire for you. You know the rules of this ritual so I'll try to follow them the best I can and let you guide me… Seriously? All those nights I played the tease and got called to order. Are you taking your revenge? All those delightful breakfasts where you would slide your sharp tongue over my clit and lick my slit. Eating and drinking me relentlessly; your favorite mantra. I would grab your hair and pull your head closer so you could eat all you wanted. Now you're teasing me, delaying giving me my survival ration, which is right under my lips, growing larger by the minute by pulling my hair back! Self-control is part of the ritual? Okay, baby, we know that we like to play. I'll fight for what's mine. On your side, keep anticipating the moment when my mouth envelops your cock. It turns me on that it turns you on. Can you feel my warm breath on you? Can you feel my nose brushing against it? Do you want little kisses? Here's a lot of Eskimo kisses. Mmm...yes I squeal, every time I feel your hand tighten on my hair and pull it back. And you keep loosen it to give me another chance to go back. I lean in, again. I love feeling the excitement in your voice. My pussy is already soaked. Since when? I've been wet since that fucking "Sit here beside ME". Yes, your cock is starting to respond. I give it little kisses on the tip. But it's a French-kiss I want to give it. Can’t you see I’m struggling because I'm desperate for my mouth to be filled. You're a real pain in the butt, you know that? Keep pulling my hair, at this point I feel it as a soft caress. Yes, I keep kissing it softly. He greets me. I put my soft and pulpy lips on it and give him two kisses in return; simple greeting. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to touch it with my tongue. We are getting to know each other, taming each other that’s all. I just thought of Minette who recognized her Matou a long time ago. She becomes more and more cheeky, by the way. She is tied to me, yet I have difficulty controlling her in your presence. I wonder if Matou recognizes her from his side. I like to think so, even if he doesn't hear or see her. I like to think that when he comes across this five-letter code; V.E.L.L.A., waves rise up in him and he is moved with joy. It's not much to offer him in comparison, but still. It really gets to me when I hear you say that your cock knows me. I like that. It's so intimate and opens the door to lots of creative thoughts. I love it. Dammit Matthew. I still have my face brushing against you. I'm burning for you. I can't wait to feel your drops on my tongue. It's starting to get painful to have so much desire to take you. Finally, you allow me to kiss it all over, to touch it. Yes, I like that. I really like it. My pussy is throbbing as I write these words. I want you. I' m listening to you, you are encouraging me to continue. Do I make you feel good? Do you like to see me worship your gorgeous cock? I need it. Yes, I need your cock to fill me up. This is one of the vital needs that was revealed to me in my meditation. I like how you talk to me, softly and deeply, even though your breath is getting shorter and shorter. I am stroking your shaft and touching myself at the same time, as you asked me to. I am so wet. I know it drives you crazy, this sound of my juicy pussy being fingered. Mm hm. That's it, keep watching me. Yes, I love it when you moan like that, when you grit your teeth between words. It makes me moan myself just to hear you. I am stroking you, baby, I am stroking you. My fingers form a ring around your shaft. I gratify you with languorous caresses. I'm stroking you from the base all the way up to the tip where I slide my thumb gently and all around it. Sweet touches, mon chéri, I know it's sensitive. Are you sure I can't smear saliva on you so you don't get irritated? Just a little? What? I'm allowed to try myself right? 😏 This complicity that emerges between us is palpable and we both smile. But you are telling me that it's not the time yet. I'm not even allowed to touch your balls. You're killing me. You prefer that I rub it all over my face, instead. Your cock goes over and over all the reliefs of my face as if it were a jade roller. Thank you for this soothing beauty treatment, mon amour. Can you feel how soft my skin is? Can you feel how much I'm loving your manhood. How much I'm loving you? I would like you to give me a full body cock massage. It makes me flinch just to imagine myself on my stomach and you stroking my neck, my shoulders, my shoulder blades, my lower back, my ass, the cleft, the back of my thighs to my toes with my favorite massage roller. In the meantime, I' m taking care of you following my instincts. I go slowly. I take my time until my lips finally close on the tip of your cock. I want to fully enjoy and savor my gift. Do you like the warmth it gives you? I'm sucking you gently, just the tip. Just the tip baby. Mm, looks like someone is losing his head and it's not me. I’m still holding it, deeper and deeper. It's big and thick. Thank you for not rushing me and letting me go down on it, at my own pace, until I’m comfortable. You are sloppy in my mouth. Can you feel my tongue massaging you as I swallow you? Do you like it when I play with your tip, teasing it, licking it all around at its base and going back to play with the little slit on top? I love it when you tell me, breathless, that I'm doing it right, that I'm making you feel good. It makes me want to do it even better and show you how much I enjoy taking you in my mouth. You know that. I like you Matthew. You know what you're doing. By the time I get my raging words down on this paper and play this recording to see where we are at, in this dirty ritual, you're confirming to me that we're on the same page. "I just want you to feel how much you love my cock. Let go and enjoy it, babe." you said. Well, babe, you have your answer. Yes, I enthusiastically grab your ass and press it into the palm of my hand. You instinctively reach for me, even more. Is that what you're trying to do, fuck my mouth? I' m taking you. I' m taking you deep and I keep fingering myself. My cheeks are digging in to take you well. My sucking and slurping sounds echo through the bedroom. You like that « pop » sound when I’m taking you out before I putting it in again. (Ouf, It’s hot in here.) My mouth praises you fervently. Can you feel my moans heating up on you while sucking? That's how I love him. I'm pushing your cock almost all the way in now. Your hands are clenching on my hair. (I'm soaking wet, if you knew! Well…now you know.) Am I allowed to have a few drops of precum on my tongue? Because I'm tasting you now. I'm not waiting. I'm going to lick your balls a little while stroking your shaft. I have to prepare my dessert well. I want it to be as creamy as possible. Ahh, by the way you're grumbling, I can tell you're not unhappy about it at all. I know, I know. You don't want me to jerk you off until you come in my mouth. You don't want me to jerk you off until you come in my hand. You want the same thing I do; to jerk you off with my pussy. I need it, babe. I want you deep inside me. Then we know I have the perfect pussy for your cock. Minette knows it and Matou knows it too. They know what's good for them. (But what am I writing? I'm going off the rails and loving it a little too much. Of course I like it. I'm smiling. You've turned me on completely. I'm fucking wet, spilling out as I’m writing. It's too late to stop now, mon amour. 🫦 Even though I'm a little slutty, I'm YOUR little slutty, so I know you don't mind.) « Come here, come here… 🥵» Oh yeah, you want me to ride you? You like to see me sink down on your cock? Okay, let's take it face to face. I like the way you're staring at me right now. That burning look. My hair is messed up and my lips are swollen from being stubborn. That's how you find me beautiful; luscious, offered, greedy, messy. I'm looking at you too. I feel you. I know that while your cock will penetrate my hole, your eyes will penetrate my soul. I position the tip of your cock at the entrance of my greedy pussy. I am ready to swallow you whole. If I'm tight, it's because you're big, mon amour. Oh yes, like this! Ahh, I love both of our moans of relief when I push myself into you. So fucking sexy. I love those deep sounds that come from the back of your throat. I'd pull you out all the way and sink back down on you, just to feel that sensation again and hear you growl. I'm not even talking about the sound of our sexes going back and forth. So fucking hot ! You want to play slip n' slide, huh? I'm ready for it. I want to please your cock. I’m straddling you, grinding on your cock. I use my offering as I please, for my own pleasure. Feel how tight my pussy is around you? It's hot and dripping just for you. I'm worshiping you, babe. I'm rubbing my pussy all over you. I'm fucking you! You're hard as a rock. Oh fuck, I like it. Oh yes, I'm fucking you ! Does it feel good? Tell me it feels good. Yes, tell me again that you like my pussy. Am I taking you well? Oh fuck that feels good. You feel good, babe. Putain que tu es bon ! Tu me fais du bien. Yeah, you want to fuck me from underneath while I touch my clit? I feel you want to ravage me. You're going to make me cum all over you if you keep this up! I'm already messy. Oh yes, just like that. Continue ! Grab my hips and pull me back to you with each thrust. You're mine and I'm taking it. I'm taking it and I am taking it good. Yes, let's fuck hard and deep non stop, until I spill all my juice on your cock and you cream my pussy all inside. Yes babe, you make my whole body bounce. Would you like to grab my tits with your mouth while they are bouncing? Don't stop, you feel so fucking good. I want you! I want you! Please fuck me! If I'm yours, keep fucking me mon chéri! Don't stop! What's that? You want to prove you're mine by breeding me? Oh, I fucking love you. Did you feel how my pussy clenched when you said that? You' re making me moan. (Shit, you're driving me crazy. It's already after 5am and you're still fucking your mind into mine.) My hand is pressed on your chest as you asked me. You are fucking me hard. You are making me squirm and gasp. You want me to know that you own me. My pussy belongs to you. Your cock belongs to me. Keep going, don't stop. I feel like I'm about to climax. What is it? Are you serious? You want me to plead to have your cum inside me? That pussy is making you delusional I think. Of course, it’s just to open me up. (You’re making me laugh and damn you're hot.) Who worked you, shaped you, made you hard, prepared you, tasted you, cherished you from her mouth. I worked that cum, babe. I did the cooking, my love, so put it in the oven. Does it turn you on to make me do this, huh? Who do you keep calling baby girl? Hm. That's right. I've been a good girl. You told me you'd give me anything I wanted, if I was a good girl, and you always kept your word. So please, give me your cum. You also said that no other cum is going to get into that pussy of yours. So please, give me that cum. Is that a roar? Do you want me to stop? You know sometimes when we play, you call me your little cum slut. Well...prove it to me. Fuuck ! You love me, babe ? You fucking love me, you said ? Je t’aime aussi. You know that all your love is stored up right here, ready to be gushed out right… here? So please, fuck your love into me. Please, fuck that cum into me and please, fuck your baby into me. I am all yours, but most of all, I only want you. I'm all open now. Give me that abundant and good quality sperm. Prove to me that the doctor was right when he said you have good mobility. Fill me up, make it overflow. I want it all! My thighs are spread wide to receive you. Yes, I'm fucking your cock inside me, yes I am. Fuck, I'm gonna cum ! Pump that cock inside me. Yes, I’m still touching my clit… and just We came hard into each other. I collapse on you, but I keep you inside and we kiss… Can I stay like this for a while before you pull out? I don't want to feel empty right away. It feels good. Thank you for letting me love you. I love your body. You're beautiful and sexy. I know you feel the same way about me. I can't wait to read your poems. Thank you. You are a smart ass. I submitted to you at the same time you gave me all the power and without you even asking me to call you Daddy. I brought it up myself. Thank you for trusting me. I won't run away this time. I will love, protect and worship what is mine. So I'm taking you with me.😉 Gosh, I’m tired. My fingers are red and sore from pressing hard on the pen. I wrote ten pages spontaneously, in the middle of the night and after listening to your audio. It's crazy. You're crazy. Yes, it's on you. I’m going back to sleep. I will fully enjoy your audio in a practical way when I feel better. Lots of kisses. Ta petite libertine 😘