Smothered and covered
My heart is already racing as I pull the old t-shirt out of its hiding space. I always stop to look it over, examining all the DNA evidence I’ve left behind on it over the past few weeks from all of my gooning sessions.
Then I’m on the couch. And my legs are open wide. And my cock is already throbbing and dripping with precum. It’s leaking down the shaft and the strokes of my hand lubricate my member as I jerk and stroke it. Fuck I love porn. I have all of my favorites saved and I love seeing that new people are favoriting my playlists. And even though I can’t stop watching it, I’m always thinking of Her when I do.
I can smell the crusty cum rag sitting on the couch next to me. I love watching it accumulate all the filth over time. I edge my aching dick for the next few hours, imagining having Her fetch it from its hiding spot for me. I tell Her to put it on and She obeys. Always eager to do as She is told. She smells it before slipping it on. Modeling it for me. I edge my throbbing cock, thinking of how turned on She is, pulling up the hem of that disgusting shirt to show me how wet She is. Rubbing herself. Rubbing as I stroke. I want Her here and between my legs. Looking up at me. Wearing my cum rag. Begging to cover Her and it with my latest offering. Our daily routine. Ready to be dronwed. My perfect little cumslut.