Once someone pushes my toy inside me, I work for them. Fucking ladyboy pie is like an instant connection to the subconscious, kinda like hypnosis.
It hurts at first but once my pussy adjusts to having something big and hard inside everything becomes clear. Well, everything about that dildo becomes clear. Pleasure, sensory overload, pressure. The pressure would build and spread throughout me with each thrust, but when those dildo balls were slapping against me it was building trust.
Feels so good though, makes me wanna cry. Seems like my help finds it obvious that I was born to take the cock. I didn't want to stop, don't ever want to stop getting fucked. There were all these phone calls but I mean go the fuck away, I couldn't carry on a conversation anyway!
I'm a big fan of lube, want it running down my balls. Want that sloppy sloshing fuky fuky to mix in with the symphony of my moans. Ya, it turns out I'm a noisy fuck, and even though I get dick dumb fast, I'm still very talkative. Bursts of laughter, screams of pleasure, slutty confessions and pleas for more. That dildo touched something in my mind and I'll do anything to get filled more.
There really is no denying it, I feel like I've got a schoolgirl crush. My toy boyfriend is so dreamy and I love to kiss and nuzzle and just stare at him after he turns my ladyboy pie to mush.