My little man can't be separated from me. He goes with me virtually everywhere I go, sometimes in my purse, sometimes in my bra, sometimes tucked tightly into my panties. He even rests with me... but he doesn't always rest. A horny little bugger is he: when he's in my bra he nibbles my nipples; and when he's in my purse he's panting to be in pants. Yesterday I granted his wish to rest inside me, on condition he lay still and not be such a cheeky bastard. Apparently, he lacks self-control, like every other fucking prick, for the first thing he did was nudge my hood with his hard head. It escala...

My little man can't be separated from me. He goes with me virtually everywhere I go, sometimes in my purse, sometimes in my bra, sometimes tucked tightly into my panties. He even rests with me... but he doesn't always rest. A horny little bugger is he: when he's in my bra he nibbles my nipples; and when he's in my purse he's panting to be in pants. Yesterday I granted his wish to rest inside me, on condition he lay still and not be such a cheeky bastard. Apparently, he lacks self-control, like every other fucking prick, for the first thing he did was nudge my hood with his hard head. It escalated from there... Alas, I succumbed. Caved in. Allowed him to enter the cave of his deepest desire. Listen: I laundered him in my wet pussy; had to wring him out I was so wet from arousal. Then, snug in my pink fleshy cacoon, he rested; and so did I. At last. *FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER! @annabelleflower*