Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
One of my very favorite married cocks sent me this photo. Now, he knows I love to play with his wedding ring. I’ve made him cum on it countless times. Always teasing about how the endless vow it represents is a filthy lie, especially when I’m imagining sucking his ring from his finger—pretending to hook my teeth gently under the ring and graze it up and off his long finger while my tongue plays with the band until it’s slipped into my mouth. Then, of course, as I’m telling him how I want to abuse his ring, he begs for permission to cum for me. But this was the first time I laid eyes on the ring he picked for his wife.
This picture made me consider a time before he knew me—a time when this hopeful man must have been so in love and excited for the future. It gives me warm fuzzies to picture him there, standing in front of rows and rows of diamonds, having no idea that every kiss will one day begin with Kayla.