Damn Crickets

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I love nothing more, nothing more than fucking you. It is my deepest desire, it is my retirement of my want, it's everything I need. And I am inside you, and my forehead is in yours, and oh my god the crickets are squeaking, and I'm gonna kill them all.

They mock me as I try to fuck you, concentrate on your eyes, my hands on your hips, enveloping your body, but those fucking crickets. Why won't my lizard eat those fucking crickets and make them stop chirping? I just want to be buried inside of you, pumping you full of my cum, emptying my balls and filling you up until you just squirt, gripping you with my hands and just pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, but those fucking crickets get into my head, and I want to take the entire terrarium and throw it out the window in the backyard and let it freeze in the fucking snow.

Where was I? Fucking you. It's what I really want to do right now, without any distraction, without any deterrent, without anything else in this world, just focused, focused completely on my cock inside of you, slowly sliding out full length into your wet, warm, wet pussy, looking you at you in your eyes and just savoring every thrust, every movement, every feel of your body.

Yeah, all I want to do is fuck you over and over and over again, and I get deeper into the moment, fulfilled by your body and your breath and your eyes of desire and lust and of want and need of my cock inside of you, just pumping, fully, completely, endlessly, always, I just can't stop fucking you, I can't stop having you, I can't stop being inside of you, having my skin on yours, my body intertwined with yours, I just fucking can't stop fucking you. But these fucking crickets drive me fucking insane, and it just makes me want to pound you harder, fuck you harder in my irritation that I can't fully consume you, and all I want to do is pound the fuck out of you until you come all over my cock and drip off my balls and just fuck you rough, hold you down by the throat and just pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, until you are a fucking dribbling mess all over my cock, and I am so fucking angry that I just take it out on your cunt and just fucking pound you over and over again until you are a slobbing, dripping, fucking cumming mess, little slut whore, all over my fucking cock and balls and my grip in my hands, come for me you little fucking whore, and just slowing fucking down, pumping you until you just quiver and wrap your legs around me and push me off saying no, no, no, stop, no, no, no, no, no, good girl, I am so proud of you, that you were to take me in my frustration and rage, and my displacement of my focus, but one of us, one of us had to come, and I will always make sure that it's you, that's gonna come all over my fucking cock, and when I take a few breaths, and bring myself down, and get rid of those fucking crickets, it's you, you little girl are gonna take care of me, understood? Yeah.

Cuddle up and I'll keep you safe, until you come down from the shuddering orgasm that I pounded your pussy with, and then you're gonna take care of me, after I take care of those motherfucking crickets, Jesus H Christ. I know, I know, deep breaths, deep breaths, let it go, I don't know if I should hate them or thank them, because I love fucking you hard, fast, furious, and rough, so thank your lucky crickets, and I'll be back once I flush them down the fucking toilet, be ready for me, I'll be right back.