I spat on her pùssy. I couldn’t penetrate because it stank.
She’s my neighbour. Beautiful, no question. Always throwing herself at me lingering looks, tight clothes, finding excuses to come over. I finally decided I was going to fùck the shit out of her.
That day she came over again. Door closed. Clothes came off fast. She was already wet and eager, spreading her legs on my couch, telling me to take it.
I got between her thighs, spat on her pùssy… and stopped cold.
The smell hit me hard. Sour, strong, impossible to ignore. I froze with my còck in my hand. She looked up at me, still breathing heavy, waiting.
I fùcked my wife’s best friend in her pùssy, thròat and àss until she collapsed.
She had always wanted me. The looks, the lingering touches, the way she found excuses to be around whenever my wife wasn’t looking. I always resisted.
One day my wife traveled for work.
She came over that night. No more pretending. I locked the door, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her hard. Clothes came off fast.
I bent her over the couch first and shoved my còck into her already wet pùssy. I fùcked her deep and rough until she came, shaking. Then I spun her around, pushed her to her knees, and fùcked her thròat until spit ran down her chin and tears edged her eyes.
I smàshed my 42-year-old new girlfriend to stupor.
I had her on her back, legs spread wide, pounding her pùssy hard and deep. Every thrust made her mòan louder. I didn’t slow down. I kept slamming into her until her legs were shaking and she could barely form words.
When I pulled out I stroked myself and came all over her face thick ropes across her cheeks, lips, and tongue. She stayed there breathing heavy, eyes half-closed, completely spent.
Then I dropped between her thighs and sùcked her pùssy mercilessly. I licked and sùcked her clit hard, sliding my tongue inside her, not giving her any break even though she was still twitching from the fùcking.
My wife was sorting through the mail one evening when she found an envelope with her name handwritten across the front.
There was no return address, just the name Daniel in the bottom corner. I’d heard the name once before, when she mentioned a small business she’d run with someone before we met.
She opened it, read the first few lines, and went completely quiet.
Inside was a letter confirming that he had paid off a $14,600 debt she couldn’t afford when their business collapsed years ago. He’d never asked her to repay him, but he’d kept the original paperwork and was now putting in writing that she owed him nothing.
I looked at her.
“Why have you never told me about this?”
She explained that when their business failed, she’d been struggling to keep up with the bills. Daniel had covered the outstanding equipment lease because she was in no position to pay it, and they’d fallen out shortly afterward.
By the time she met me, she believed the matter was settled.
I asked why she’d never mentioned that another man had paid off such a large debt for her.
iPhone Duo turning reading into a book experience.
Nano-texture that feels like paper. Dual screens. One-handed hold.
Apple finally copying the foldable idea Samsung pushed years ago — or actually making it better
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.