Mourning My Lover: Using the Dildo Made from His Cock
I pull out the dildo that was molded from his cock — the only piece of him I still have — and start fucking myself with it while I remember how he used to feel inside me. Before long I’m also using my fleshlight, lost in grief and lust at the same time, desperately trying to feel close to him again.
A dark, emotional, and deeply sexual solo session from a grieving widow.
Just home from my lover’s funeral, still wearing all black and feeling the weight of his absence. I wander into his study and start looking through his collection of erotic books… and the more I read, the more I miss him and the more turned on I become. I pull out the dildo that was molded from...
I pull out the dildo that was molded from his cock — the only piece of him I still have — and start fucking myself with it while I remember how he used to feel inside me. Before long I’m also using my fleshlight, lost in grief and lust at the same time, desperately trying to feel close to him again.
A dark, emotional, and deeply sexual solo session from a grieving widow.
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