Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s Story is Titled “Your Salty Rain, Sir” . Dear Sir, This is all there is. This is all that matters. Your body, your words, your carnal desire.

And your hot rumbling voice pleading me to use you up while detailing the countless ways I will be your dirty little fucktoy….

I love being your personal plaything; your whore. Remember Sir, you created me…. Let’s begin…

Your come rains down hard onto the smooth fullness of my well-fucked cunt, jet after jet of searing cream drenching my glistening lips, sizzling drops and drips etching my brightness with your name, marking my skin with your possession.

As you straddle my supine form, muscular chest heaving, satisfied body recovering, I direct your heavy gaze to the delicate fingers gliding through your slippery essence, painting the swell of my breasts, the peaks of my nipples, tracing the folds of my flower, teasing the plump, greedy clitoris crying out for more.

But it is only once your fingers meet mine, sensually circling and fondling the pure pink pleasure; it is only once your gluttonous digits scoop up your thick seed, feeding it into the depths of my tight velvet heat; it is only once your spent cock finds new life again, driving into me with an urgent fury, merging the juices of our lust; it is only once the deluge saturates my sweet little cunt that my body opens to receive its right and its privilege, that my full mouth parts in ecstasy breathtaking, absolute and sublime.