Eating Good Pussy Never Fails to be an Esoteric Experience
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Bruce enters the hotel suite, completely unaware that 10 Good Pussies were going to completely drain him of all his money, energy, and life force. Unlike a siren or a succubus, his goal was to get the pussy. Bruce went to a bar and enchanted an entire bar in song because he wanted to have the biggest orgy of his life. If his intentions were pure, these 10 good pussies would not have traumatized him so.
10 good pussies sitting in his suite. One came up and grabbed his cock. She smiled so brightly, his heart started to beat as if he was running a marathon. With no empathy and not a care Bruce became a human dildo. Cock wagging like a dog’s tail and leaking precum constantly too! Another pussy comes to join him. To him, they have no face or distinguishing characteristics. All Bruce can see is what he feels and that’s 10 good pussies are near.
The Room Starts To Spin
The white linen looks green and purple. The air can be seen, particle by particle. The focus changes and the larger objects blur into varying shapes and sizes as if the optical lens changed to that of a kaleidoscope. The smell of good pussy excites me so! My blood pressure must be sky-high. Have I been drugged? Am I on a total acid trip before I ever even get a lick in?
Pussy No. 2, straddles my face and rides that river up and down my nose. Filling my nostrils with the good juice from eating good pussy, I struggle to breathe. My mouth flies open and Pussy No. 3 places her middle finger on my bottom lip. Coated in blood, I nibble and suck that finger as she laughs with the most angelic, yet mischievous tone that shakes my very being into a constant shiver. One would assume I was eating a stack of pennies because blood typically has an iron and copper taste to it, but not when I’m eating good pussy like this.
Pussy No. 4, straddles me!
Losing control of my bodily functions, I embraced that master grip as Pussy No. 1 continues to jerk me off. Pussy No. 4 is such a tease. Who would have ever known a woman could use those muscles just two inches deep into the cervix to damn near suck my soul out?
Pussy No. 1 starts to lick Pussy No. 4 and my testicles as Pussy No. 5 removes a rose quartz dildo coated in cum from her hot pocket and places it in my rectum. Inching it in, an astringent sensation washes over me. The fresh feeling of Pussy No. 5’s earthy pussy excited me like Thanksgiving dinner. I envisioned rosemary, thyme, sage, marjoram, and all of the good stuff in dressing as she stuffed me like the turkey that I am.
“You are what you eat.”
My body absorbed every mL of these ladies’ sweat, essence, and ethereal fluid from the garden where souls adjourn. I could taste the fruit Eve fed Adam and hear Lilith cut more down with Obsidian Knives as she chatted with Dogon about Samiel’s interference in the Garden of Eden. That’s what eating good pussy is like, an esoteric experience.
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