Jump to content
Search In
  • More options...
Find results that contain...
Find results in...

wofamope

Members
  • Posts

    1
  • Joined

  • Last visited

wofamope's Achievements

Tree Puncher

Tree Puncher (2/8)

0

Reputation

  1. Hi I'm currently using IntelliJ community with java 8 32 bit and a 2gb of RAM on a Ubuntu 18.04 system I tried using the gradlew script, but it doesn't work because it tells me it doesn't find enough space on RAM. So I tried intelliJ and I used decompworkspace, but it doesn't work because it gives me error > Process 'command' / usr / lib / jvm / java-8-openjdk-i386 / bin / java '' finished with non-zero exit value 1 subsequently I tried devWorkspace, that is the faster version, but there are some things that are missing, for example I can't find the dependencies folder. Same problem when I run "runClient" It had been just over a couple of month since my girlfriend had come back from the wedding in Wales, and in that time everything had changed. Hearing your girlfriend being brought to orgasm over and over again as she's fucked by some hot tattooed guy and his friends is not supposed to turn you on. It isn't supposed to make you grab your cock and cum, but it did. She knew it, and since that day she knew she owned me, my mind and my body. She knew she could fuck any man she wanted to and there was nothing I could do or say to stop her. Being her cuck, she knew she could make me lick and finger her pussy, all the while making sure I knew she was never going to make me cum again. When we were out she would openly flirt with guys in front of me, barmen, taxi drivers, random guys in bars, getting their numbers and telling me on the way home how she was going to send them photos of her pussy and arrange to meet them in her car, so they could fuck her brains out. Hearing her tell me what she would let them do to her confused me so much. I hated the idea of her giving her body to someone else, but if I didn't like it why did my cock stiffen at just the thought of it? https://freeonlineporn.me/category/fake-celebrity-sites/ Then the day came when it all changed. Hearing your girlfriend get gang banged is one thing, seeing it is something altogether different. It began one Saturday afternoon with a simple text message. The notification on my phone said she had sent me a photo and as my thumb opened up the screen it was like a hammer had hit my chest. She was stood in front of what looked like a changing room mirror dressed in the thigh high boots she bought since the wedding and leather skater skirt with her pierced tits covered only by the most see-through of black tops with what looked like electric tape in the shape of crosses covering her nipples. My eyes couldn't look away from the phone. With red lipstick, her hair up in a long pony tail, while biting her top lip, her message told me to go upstairs and put on my cock cage that she had bought with the thigh high boots from the online sex shop. After that, she instructed that I must get dressed in baggy clothes, and to go about my day as normal and that she would be in touch with more instructions. Keeping as calm as possible (which was pretty hard given how hot she looked in the photo, and the fact I hadn't been allowed to come for over 7 weeks) I got down the box of sex toys and found my cage. Making sure I didn't get hard, I slowly pushed both my balls through the silver ring, followed by my small cock and taking hold of the cage, I pushed my flacid cock inside before connecting the silver ring to the cage and locking them together with the padlock. I then got dressed, in my baggy sweat pants and a t-shirt and with my heart in my mouth, I got in my car and went for a drive. Driving no where in particular, I could feel the weight of the cage between my legs, pulling my cock down. Even as I was trying to ignore the urges, I could feel a message buzz through from my pocket. Pulling the car over as soon as I couId and switching the engine off, I looked at my phone. As my screen turned to her picture, I could see her head was leaning back and in between her lipstick red lips was a thick throbbing cock with red stains all the way down from its tip to its shaved balls. The dribble of pre-cum running from his tip onto her tongue. Clicking to read her message, it said that she was with a real man right now and that she was learning what a real cock should feel like. She even teased that she bet my tiny cock wasn't even touching the sides of the cage she'd bought me. I could feel my cock trying to get hard but the cage wouldn't allow it and the frustration was intense. I could taste sick at the back of my throat knowing she was sucking off a well hung man at the back of hers and all the mixed up feeling that was inside my head. Time seemed to stand still and I tried to forget about it the best I could. I don't even know how I had ended up there, but pulling up outside my work, I pulled the handbreak, wound down the window and tried to work out what was happening. Before I could get far, I could hear the beep from my phone and another message coming through. This time, I could see the circle and triangle on the notification and knew she had sent a video.
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Privacy Policy.