I Swallowed Shampoo Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I'm about to cum down your throat, doll face, and you're going to swallow every drop." Hot, salty liquid pumps on my tongue in thick waves, filling my mouth too fast to keep up. His long, drawn out moan echoes in the steam-filled shower as he empties himself down my throat. I swallow instinctively. It's the only choice I have, gulping desperately as he keeps spilling into me. It's so much, more than I thought possible. Each swallow only makes me more aware of his control, his hold, the way he's using me until he's wrung himself dry.

I don't think I can be his sub anymore. The rest of my thoughts die when I feel his warm, salty sperm shooting down my throat. My gag reflex kicks in now, I shake my head and begin to hit him so he can relax his hold on my hair but he doesn't. He wants me to swallow. Our eyes meet, the look in his is scary but not enough for me to swallow his cum, I can't, I don't want to. "Swallow it, El."

It was tasteless or a little bit salty but it was difficult to swallow. " If you throw it out, you are guilty but if you swallow, you are innocent. If you swallow and develop rashes, you are guilty and if you don't, you are innocent," I struggled free from their hold and placed my hands over my mouth as I crouched to my knees. I've never tasted something so nauseating before. With a big gulp, I swallowed and rolled over on the ground, trying to suppress the urge to throw up. My eyes brimmed with tears as I lay chest facing up on the grasses and stared at the sky. I remained on the ground, counting the stars and the nausea started fading. I didn't know how much time had passed as I was pulled

My eyes watered, spit streaming down my chin, but I sucked him greedily. “Take it all, my little lamb,” he growled. “Swallow every drop. Be baptized in my seed.” With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, spilling hot and heavy down my throat. My gagged whimpers vibrated against him as I swallowed it all, hands still gripping his hips. When he finally pulled free, a trail of his release dripped from my lips, down to my sticky chest. He cupped my chin, tilting my face up toward him, smirking at me.

"Very good, slut, very good. Keep it up! Don't take it out of your mouth." I gained courage and decided to spit on his cock, wetting it all over. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and started swallowing, helping myself with my tongue to slide it in little by little. "Whew, almost there, slut, almost there... Keep going, keep goin-," James was saying as he watched me swallow his cock and as he took my hair in his hands to keep it from coming right in front of my eyes. I managed to swallow his cock whole. I could feel his head touching the deepest part of my throat, and I turned my eyes to him, looking at him with total pride at my feat.

She gently massaged her scalped and applied the shampoo. Talk about feeling refreshed. " Come a little closer cos you looking thirsty , I'mma make it better sip it like a slurpy." "Snow cone chilly , get it free like Billie , in the jeans like Willie you'll be popping like a willy. " "Even in the sun , you know I keep it icy , you could take a lick cos it's too cold to bite me." "Brr, brr, frozen you're one being chosen play the part like Moses , keep it fresh like roses "

We want to be loved so bad that we allow every Tom , Dick and Harry to hurt us just to feel that little bit of love. She's feeling like a spider in a cage You liar, you were her desire Now she wants to light you on fire But fuck it, she'll still give you a call And a lighter when you wanna get hot And mess around 'til you get numb I feel drops of water falling onto my head , and without thinking I stand directly under the shower head. I let the water drench my head , the water flowing down to my face. My wild hair now sticking to my face as the water acts as glue. My eyes are closed wide shut , and I feel my mouth breaks into a toothy smile. I let my hands take control ; they glide from my

“Shit...here it comes...take it all...” I come hard, groaning deep and raw. Thick spurts shoot straight into her mouth. She doesn’t pull back. She swallows every drop in greedy little gulps, her throat working around me, milking me dry while her tongue keeps licking me, and cleaning me up. The feeling of her swallowing around my pulsing cock makes my vision blur for a second. It’s so hot, so intimate, I can barely breathe.

“Hey, that’s Icicle Blast. Savor it. That’s the good stuff.” It is not. My stomach revolts as the lukewarm liquid sloshes and settles, but I breathe through it and struggle onto my wobbly legs. I’m vaguely aware that I’m still in shock. I must be because I’m not crying, and I’m not huddled in a hysterical ball with ‘did you leave any virgin holes?’ echoing in my brain.

Shampoo foam drips down my face and down my shoulders and I can't help my cry softly to myself. I can still taste the blood on my lips. Time is nonexistent as I sit in the shower. The shampoo has mostly washed from my hair, little patches of foam trapped underneath. I pick under my nails, scratching out dirt and blood until they look clean, my fingertips wrinkled. Knowing that I'll have to get out sometime, I squeeze out some conditioner and lather my hair, eventually standing up to rinse it out. The bathroom is clouded with steam, making it hard to breathe, so I open the bathroom door and air it out. I can't help but see things on my bed.