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I was seriously fùcking my girlfriend’s mum’s pùssy in the bathroom when she walked in.
I had her bent over the sink, skirt pushed up, slamming into her hard and deep. She was moaning loud, calling my name with every thrust, the wet sound of my còck driving into her filling the small room.
The door opened.
My girlfriend stood there staring. For a second nobody moved. Her mum stayed bent over the sink with my còck still buried inside her. I didn’t pull out.
Then my girlfriend stepped in, closed the door, and locked it.
She walked over, watched for a moment, then reached down and rubbed her mum’s clit while I kept fucking her. Her mum moaned even louder. A few seconds later my girlfriend pulled her clothes off, climbed onto the bathroom counter, spread her legs, and pulled my face between them.
Some of y’all treat your damn battery health like it’s a newborn baby.
You won’t charge past 80%, you panic when it drops to 99%, and you check that shit every other day.
BRO, YOU BOUGHT A PHONE, NOT A FUCKING PET.
I watched my 18-year-old younger brother eat pùssy for the first time as a graduation gift.
He had just finished school. Everyone was celebrating downstairs, but I pulled him aside and told him I had a special present waiting in the guest room.
She was already on the bed — naked, legs spread, looking at him with a teasing smile.
I sat in the chair across from them and told him to get on his knees.
He was nervous at first. His hands shook a little as he crawled between her thighs. I guided him, telling him exactly where to put his tongue.
“Sùck it. Right there. Lick her slowly… then harder.”
He obeyed.
I watched my little brother bury his face in her pùssy for the first time. He licked and sùcked clumsily at first, then with more hunger once she started moaning and grabbing his hair. Her thighs closed around his head while she ground against his mouth.
I stayed seated and watched the whole thing.
Watched him learn how to eat her properly.
Watched her cum on his tongue while she looked at me
When I worked retail at a computer store in college, my coworker taught me a lesson about judging people that he probably never intended to teach.
We were both working on commission one Saturday afternoon when a woman walked in wearing jeans, an old T-shirt, and sneakers.
She headed straight for the laptops.
My coworker glanced at her, then leaned toward me.
“Don’t waste too much time with her. She’s probably just browsing.”
I asked him how he knew.
He shrugged. “Look at her. She doesn’t look like she’s about to spend serious money.”
I’d heard him make comments like that before, and it always bothered me. I kept telling him that you couldn’t determine someone’s bank balance by looking at their clothes.
So I walked over and greeted her.
She wanted to compare a few laptops, so I explained the differences in memory, processors, storage, and prices. I didn’t rush her or push the most expensive models. I just answered her questions.
About fifteen minutes later, she asked to see the desktop computers.
I showed her the available models, explained the warranty options, and helped her work out which machines would suit different needs.
Nearly forty minutes had passed when she finally pulled out a notebook.
She looked at her list, then asked me a question I wasn’t expecting.
Let’s be fucking real. Half the people riding for iPhone have never even touched a Samsung flagship. Y’all just love that Apple logo and them blue bubbles like Apple is paying your damn bills.
So tell me, what the fuck does iPhone actually do better than Samsung? I’ll wait.
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I watched her walk back into the party like nothing happened. She didn’t look back. I waited thirty seconds, then left the bathroom. Ten minutes later she texted from the couch: he asked where I was. Told him the line was long. Still tasted her.
I fùcked her against the sink while someone knocked and asked if it was free. She came shaking, hand over her mouth, the other gripping the counter. I kept going, deep and quiet, until she was dripping down her thighs. Outside, the music got louder.
I pulled out and came across her stomach while her phone buzzed with his name. She looked at the screen, still breathing hard, then wiped it with a hand towel. Fixed her dress. Checked her face in the mirror. “He’s looking for me,” she whispered.
I had her legs open in the guest bathroom while her husband poured drinks in the living room. House party. She said she needed a minute. I followed, locked the door, dropped to my knees, and put my mouth on her pùssy before she even set her phone down.
My pùssy became a cùm dump slùt for four of my neighbors.
It wasn’t something I was proud of… but I was so loose I couldn’t control myself anymore.
My ex had fùcked me so much and for so long that he ruined me. He stretched my pùssy out, used me every single day, and left my libido so high that I was constantly dripping and desperate. After he left, the need only got worse.
One by one the neighbors found out.
The first one started coming over in the afternoons. He would bend me over the kitchen counter and empty himself deep inside me.
The second one came at night. He would hold my legs open and fùck me until I was shaking and leaking.
The third one liked me on my knees first, then on my back, always finishing inside.
The fourth one didn’t even knock anymore he just walked in, pulled my clothes aside, and used my already-loose pùssy whenever he wanted.
I got on my knees to sùck the plumber’s còck while my husband was in the toilet checking a pipe leak.
He had called the plumber over to look at a leak under the bathroom sink. My husband was crouched inside the toilet, pointing out the problem, talking the whole time.
The plumber stepped back into the hallway for a second. I was already there. I dropped to my knees, freed his thick còck, and took him into my mouth before he could say anything.
I sùcked him deep and quiet, spit running down my chin, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit. He stayed completely still, listening to my husband keep talking from the toilet about the pipe. Every time my husband called out a question, the plumber answered in a normal voice while I kept working my mouth on him.
I bent my boss’s wife over and fùcked her àss so badly until she was too sore to walk.
She came by the office late to drop something off for him. The floor was empty. I locked the door, turned her around, and bent her over his desk.
I pulled her skirt up, spat on her àss, and pushed my còck in slow at first—then all the way. She gripped the edge of the desk and mòaned as I started pounding her hard. Deep, relentless strokes. Every thrust made her legs shake.
I didn’t ease up. I kept smashing her àss, hips slamming, hands locked on her waist, using her until she was dripping and trembling. She came once, then again, but I still didn’t stop.