"Elsewhere a villain in born.He will take your power......up his ass....down his throat.Now, he has stolen mine: I lost focus.I must find him and take his load." - Black Spark
I kept nodding off at work today. So damn tired from staying up all night masturbating. Beautiful Boys. Dusty Basements. Lasers. Lust. Abandoned Dance Floors. I couldn't stop watching. These films activated something deep within me, I couldn't lift my eyes from the Black Spark.
Everything I've ever wanted from pornography:
After my fourth load, my orgasms weren't wet anymore. But, like the characters in the films, I couldn't stop touching myself. Stimulated on every front, my hands and cock were inseparable. Poetic lines scrolled across succulent close-ups. The way their secrets sparkled kept my thighs open. The music kept me awake long enough to squeeze out the fifth.
I'm so damn tired...