38: Bathroom Grief Fuck

"It wouldn’t be the first time she fucked her grief. She knew the swell of it was increasing just by being in here, threatening to crash onto her, sweep her out into the deep part of her heart ocean. When she tethered herself to another person, when there was a cock in her mouth, or filling her pussy up she could stay on shore, delay the trip out. She didn’t feel like crying, or feeling the heavy wet blanket of her sadness. The pleasure of acquiring this man, maybe taking him into the bathroom seemed like a much more fun plan."Patreon: www.patreon.com/strawberrysmutcakes Instagram @strawberrysmutcakes DM me for tarot readings/erotic love notes