Fell asleep in my panties at my homegirl dorm room after we came from the club and woke up to her pulling on my clit with her mouth moaning like she enjoying my pussy. She told me to keep laying down and let her keep her mouth on my clit until she ready to stop.
Can’t believe my MAN gon send me to his closet telling me it’s a surprise in here! It’s just his friend 🙄 and he got his fucking pants down!! Wtf he think this is I’m not no little thot- *gawk* *30 seconds later* #thot#bigass#backshots#pov#nsfwtwtًً
You two had been together eight months, and it was the kind of relationship that felt easy in a way that scared you a little. She laughed at your jokes before they were finished. She texted you good morning every day without fail, even when she was hungover, even when she was busy. You'd started leaving a spare toothbrush at her place, and she'd started leaving one at yours, and neither of you had made a big deal about it, which somehow made it mean more.
You'd met her friends. She'd met your family. You'd had the conversation about exclusivity early, and it had been simple — yes, obviously, of course. You thought you were building something. You thought she thought so too.
And then one Tuesday she called you from her car, voice light, like she was asking you to pick up milk. Hey, can you drive me to my ex's place? I need to grab something from him. Just a quick thing. You said yes before your brain caught up to your mouth. You said yes because you wanted to be the guy who said yes. You said yes because you didn't want to be the guy who asked why.
You picked her up at six. She was wearing a sundress, hair down, smelling like vanilla and something warm. She kissed your cheek and said you were sweet for doing this. You drove. She talked about her day. You nodded. Your stomach was in knots the entire twenty minutes, and you kept telling yourself it was nothing, it was nothing, it was nothing.
You pulled up to his house. It was bigger than yours. Of course it was. The kind of house that said I have my life together, I have space, I have everything you don't. She got out, leaned back in through the window, kissed you again. Wait here. I'll only be a minute. You watched her walk up the path. Watched the door open. Watched it close behind her.
You sat in the car. Engine off. Radio low. Twenty minutes passed. You called her. No answer. You called again. No answer. Then your phone buzzed. A video. From her number. You opened it.
She was on her knees. On his floor. His hand in her hair. His cock in her mouth. She looked up at the camera — at you — and smiled around him, like she was proud of herself. Like she wanted you to see.
You sat there. Phone in your hand. Heart hammering. And you didn't hang up. You didn't drive away. You just watched. #bnwo
🏀 player couldn’t last in my throat for over a minute 🤤 who can I drain next ? Nashville Tennessee.📍 https://t.co/e0UUGVeYNk @calijackoff@AtlCaliThroat
Chile so…he got too excited 😅 for this experience with me to the point where we couldn’t finish the video😩…my first collab yall 🤦🏽♀️🤣 he had a ball after the camera shut off and so did I, not little do you know…he knows where home is 💋
#throatgoat
heard lil s!s arguing wit her friend bout seeing the same nigga again after it ended badly last time — caught her right as she was finna leave and said you better take all that anger out on sum new yn dick… safe to say she got the hint & we took it straight to the bedroom😮💨
idk which of you perverts needs to hear this but u need to goon harder. you’re not gooning hard enough dyke. there are so many dripping stubbly cunts and juicy buttholes for you to rub to. stop reading this just stick your tongue out and GOON TO DYKESLOP