I feel the sun warming my body. I can see it’s light dappling on my outside fabric. The air smells fresh. This is not the studio. And yet I sense that I am still working. Someone shouts “Hold it”, and I know that I am on a shoot. The girl is walking down a street. I can now see the pavement passing under her dress. Let me come undone and quietly slip off, and fall silently to the ground as she unknowingly walks on. Let me be forgotten. Let my end be here.
The model hugs me to her small yet surprisingly hot breasts. She then kisses me, undoes me, and puts me on. She smells nice. And then all is ruined when a big hairy hand is inserted and starts fingering her wet cunt. Some things are just best left alone.
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And God said that one day, I too, would find salvation. And then I should sit at his right hand. maybe he was mistaken, and he meant that I would feel “her right hand”.
I’ve heard it said by some scientist that the universe can be travelled via “wormholes” that act as some kind of rapid backdoor through time. I don’t really know what to believe, as all of my travels end in the same location. And as for black-holes, well, I only ever see 2 of them when I am working.
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A swollen red cock is thrusting into my face. Soon the end will come. Then hot semen erupts into my eyes. Darkness and mumbled talking. Someone laughs. Briefly I see light as I am removed…but then all is dark. The hot liquid has turned cold and sticky. Thankfully I slip into a deep sleep.
And the last thing I see is a huge ass coming towards me. And the very last thing I glimpse is a huge white-headed zit. So when the work starts and I feel something wet and warm, I am tortured as to whether it’s cunt juice, sperm, gel or pus.
The model is waving to me. I am dreaming of work.
Oh no!
Wake up! Wake up!.
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Awoken to the sound of slurping. Peeking up I spy the girl sucking hard on a huge cock, I feel nothing. I just don’t care. I try to sleep again but just as the sounds have finally faded away, the model rains warm sperm down onto me.
Jesus will return to avenge those who have sinned againgst me.
Dreamt that I was a diaper made of….metal! And the inside was lined with sharp spikes. The belt was made of rusty razor blades. The model quaked in fear. I prayed for tightness. And through the screams, the flow of warm blood washing away my sins.
