Hey there, my naughty fuckers, buckle up for a story that’s not for the faint of heart. This confession is all about my love affair with a menophiliac, a man with an obsession for the menstrual cycle.
I, being the bold woman I am, decided to indulge his fetish and mine. Picture this: I’m on day two of my period, a red river flowing between my thighs, and my menophiliac lover was eager to worship it. He knelt before me, eyes hungry, as I teased him with my soiled pad. “Taste me,” I ordered, and he obediently licked my essence, groaning with pleasure. I wanted to mark him, so I took a tampon, soaked in my bloody nectar, and pushed it into his willing mouth. Our taboo play didn’t stop there. I guided him to the bed, where I rode his face, my pussy dripping onto his tongue. He lapped at my folds, relishing the metallic tang. As I climaxed, my juices flooded his mouth, and he savored every drop.
This confession is a wild ride into the depths of taboo desires. Are you ready to explore your darkest fantasies? Call me, and let’s create a messy, erotic symphony, where your most forbidden cravings become our pleasure. 🩸🌚🔥