I 'm not his 'fangirl'. I 'm not his 'nurse'. I 'm just his friend. His friend who just so happens to be a girl. I am on the greenish-teal, red, and white plaid reliever of his freshly made bed as I wait for his return. From where ? From doing the livestream with Cry, of course.
I am a protagonist of RussMoney, and this is my story.
He comes home tired as I sit on his bed reading. I am slowly, seductively sucking on a thick candy cane as I lay on my venter in a tank top and boxershorts. I 'm one of the few who know his sexual helplessness, the mouth and clapper.
I close my eyes as I wrap my foresighted, rose-colored tongue around the Henry Sweet, minted candy cane. I know how to twit him as I take the confect cane into my backtalk and shove it, like it was his 'sword'. His recollective ... thick ... hard 'sword .'
5 inches. The first five I can take in with ease. The future 3 ; this is where I know my trouble will be. I lick my lip before slowly wrapping them around where the head would be. I suck lightly for a minute, then intercept. I open my middle and see him.
'' Hey, Russ, '' I say, smiling softly, `` did n't comment you come in. ``
'' howdy, darlin', '' he says comfortably. I stand up from my sitting location as he walks over to me. I hug him tightly, he hugs back.
'' Why are you here, '' he dubiousness playfully. I smirk.
'' I missed you, '' I whisper in his ear, warmly, `` I have n't seen you in a patch ... ''
'' I missed you, too, '' he tells me. I place my brass into the crook of his shoulder. He smiles into my hair, before I risk our friendship and kiss his neck gently, slowly making my way up to his earlobe. I gently nibble and poke it, secretly wondering if he 'll stop me.
The trouncing and nibble tickles him, causing him to laugh softly a bit of the jape I love oh so a good deal. He places his hand on my hips. I do n't acknowledge if that 's a sign for me to go farther, but it 's definitely not a sign to stop.
I slowly poke and nibble my way down his strong, seductive, sexy jaw to his tempting back talk and osculate him softly. I 'm surprise, but happy as I feel him kiss me back, but I note the curiosity evident in his candy kiss.
'' I missed you, '' I repeat quietly, `` I want to make you happy ... As a sort of ... Christmas present. ''
I see his smile as he asks, `` oh ? And what is this face ? '' I lick my lips then I get on my knee joint in presence of him. My backtalk perfectly in melodic phrase with his crotch.
I, again, see no signal from him that I should stop. I place my hands on the button of his bloomers and unwrap it. I slowly unzip, then lower them.
I hear an audible sigh and recognise it 's because the cut layer of his bagger is the lonesome affair between his pecker and me. I look up at him and think, 'will he lay off me ?'as I place my mitt across the elastic of his boxers. I feel a strong, yet gentle mitt on my own and look up at the steel eyes looking down on me.
'' You do n't have to. It 's okay, '' he tells me. He smiles gently, removes his hand, and begins to step back away from me.
'' Oh ... '' I know he can hear the sadness in my voice as I sit back on my groundwork feeling as though he does n't desire this. He notices the sadness, leans down, and kisses me.
'' But if you 'd really like to, '' he says. He takes a short break from talking as his breathing becomes more scratchy, `` I would definitely enjoy it. '' He winks at me as I see his tool grow hard.
I kiss him gently and angle back up on my genu happily. I place my bridge player back on the elastic not looking for him to block up me as I slowly, delicately small his underdrawers.
I gasp inaudibly at the sheer size of the cock in front of me. I lick my mouth again as I move closer to him taking only the promontory into my sass and sucking lightly.
I slowly start to suck harder. I remove it from my mouth and begin slowly licking up and down. From the head to the balls and back and forth until the full of the dick is covered in a thin stratum of my spit.
I wrap my lips around the principal again, tasting the salty pre-cum. My backtalk curl into a smile, loving his penchant.
I slowly take in his hammer. millimeter by mm ; teasing him. I take the first four and a half inches in with relaxation, slowly working my way up. I get to five and a half, until it touches the back of my pharynx. I lift my soft, gentle hand up and envelop it around the remaining three inches.
I jerk him off as I bob my head up and down, up and down on his long, thick, hard cock. I look up at him as I bob faster and jerk harder.
I moan against his hammer as I ram it into the back of my throat with every thrusting. I begin to slowly swallow, deepthroating the cock in my mouth. I use my throat to massage it. I continue to bob my head up and down quickly while deepthroating. I extend my hand and softly make for with the balls. He cums abundantly down my throat. As I welcomingly swallow every drop curtain. I remove his tool from my mouth and lap back up and down, cleaning him off.
'' Merry Christmastide, '' I tell him, rising to my feet and feeling his gentle, but steady embracing.
'' Merry Christmas, darlin', '' he whispers in the firm representative I 've grown very fond of, `` what do you want for Dec 25 ? '' What could I ask for ? I already got the kiss I longed for.
'' I do n't make out, Russ, '' I whisper.
'' C'mon, there has to be something you want. You would n't have come all this was over just to leave me a portray if you did n't require something in return, '' he says. I look at him with big, blue, innocent eye, unsure of what to say as I wrap my weaponry around his berm in a tender embrace. I look up to the center I adore, 3 inches above my own.
'' You do n't take to kick in me anything, '' I whisper. I break the eye contact lens, resting my question against his shoulder joint. His blazon are around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, pressing our bodies together.
'' There has to be something, '' he mutters warmly to me.
'I want you to stop teasing me ,'I say in my head, 'you 've already made me wet just because of who you are and how big you are, stop teasing me .'
'' What should I do if not tease you, '' he asks ? My face flushes an even paler white than it is.
'' D-did I say that out loud, '' I inquire ? He nods.
'' C'mon, princess, '' he whispers in an endeering way, `` what can I collapse you for Christmastime ? ''
'' I want you to opt, '' I whisper.
'' After what you gave me, the only affair I can think to give you is your number, '' he whispers. I look into his eyes, smirking seductively. `` Is it what you want ? '' I 'm nervous as I nod. `` How ? I mean, do you require me to pleasure you like you did me, or micturate love to you, '' he whispers ? I look into his eyes, my lips barely parted, ineffective to verbalize. I kiss his impertinence softly.
'' Whichever you 're prosperous with, '' I say nervously. I feel his cock grow slightly hard as it presses against my still fully clothed crotch area. He lifts me up in a espousal carry and places me gently on his bed. He kisses me before standing up straight and removing his own shirt.
'' May I, '' he asks, touching the cloth of my melt off tank top. I nod, speechless.
He lifts my cooler top over my head and smiles, seeing my fully exposed, firm c-cup chest. He allows his script to wander down to the upper seam of my underdrawers. I nod, not waiting for him to ask, he pulls them down off of me and tosses them to the cumulus on the story where his trouser and boxers are.
I take hold of his hair, pulling him to look into my eyes.
'' You sure you want to do this ? If you want to back out now, I wo n't be mad. I do n't desire you to regret this, Russ. '' He looks me in the eyes and kisses me.
'' I wo n't, princess, '' he whispers. He kisses me tenderly. He reaches down mid-kiss and pulls gently on the hem of my panties. He slides them off of me and climb up onto the bed, on his work force and knees over me. `` cook, darlin', '' he whispers, he brushes a firm, but familiar bridge player through my blonde hair.
'' Yes, '' I whisper. He lowers himself, pressing into me slowly. I gasp at the entry of his cock 's head in my tight virgin pussy.
He steadily presses in more. I squeeze the comforter as I have trouble blocking out the pain in the ass focusing on the pleasure.
'' Russ, '' I moan in pleasure as he continues pressing into me. I 'm able-bodied to center on the pleasure now instead of the pain of losing my virginity to his huge cock.
'' Yes, darlin', '' he whispers ?
'' Harder, '' I plead. He thrusts the rest of his cock inside of me and I moan loudly. He removes all but the head and thrusts into me, this time harder, quick, mercilessly. `` Faster, '' I beg. He continues thrusting, harder, faster, with a wildness I 've never even imagined.
'' I 'm getting close, '' he tells me as he continues to throw.
'' Cum inside of me, '' I moan. My hint ringing admittedly as he fills my uterus with his sticky, lovesome substance. I cum as I feel his fluid enter me. He collapses onto the bed, laying next to me .