Highly Strung

"I confess to being highly strung"

I confess to occasionally being highly strung. By that I mean strung up on high with my arms stretched taut and my toes barely touching the ground. Only when I’m strung up on high can I enjoy you sucking my teats until they’re hard enough for you to clamp my nipples and winch me up by my breasts like a Woman Called Horse. I want to be your horse, want to be your bitch on heat. Butter my arse, if you will, Mister One, splay my fleshy buttocks and fuck my arse sore with that fat ridge-veined cock of yours. I can take another cock up my arse, Mister Two, while I’m swinging and swaying like your tied whore, impaled on cock. My cunt’s running with girlie jus, pumped out by the pressure of two fat cocks fucking my fat arse from behind. Slide your thick cock inside my lubricated cunt, Mister Three, and fuck me from the front, teasing up my clit as you fuck the viscous cum out of my fuck-hole, fucking me three ways, guys, until the creamy cum runs down my soft inner thighs. Mister Four is winched down from the ceiling, his cock erect and spurting spunk. You can shove that filthy cock of yours deep inside my throat and make me gag as you ejaculate your fertile semen down my craven gullet. So, here I am, being fucked three ways by four men with thick spurting cocks, dangling like their limp flesh doll on tiptoe as they fuck their bitch on heat senseless. I confess to being highly strung, squirting my hot girlie jus, gushing cream from my pissing cunt, and gagging on a rigid cock, occasionally, loving every minute of it!