My boyfriend caught me while I was masturbating. I was so wet and horny he sucked and fucked my pussy until I came hard, over and over.
I was on the bed, fingers between my legs, panties to the side, already close. He walked in, saw me, and didn’t say anything. He just pulled my hand away, knelt, and put his mouth on me. I was soaked. He licked me deep, sucked my clit, two fingers curling inside. I came fast, thighs shaking, pulling his hair.
He didn’t stop. He kept eating me through it, then stood, freed his cock, and pushed in hard. I was still pulsing. He fucked me rough, one hand on my throat, the other rubbing my clit. I came again, then again, clenching around him, dripping onto the sheets. He flipped me over, fucked me from behind, spanking my ass, and I came a fourth time, face in the pillow, legs weak.
He kept going—missionary, me on top, him holding my hips and slamming up—until I’d lost count. Every time I tightened he groaned and fucked me harder. I came at least six or seven more times, messy and shaking,
I love love loveee being a secret perv.
I get so wet when I think abt a man using my stupid holes until I can’t walk straight.
I just want to be abused so hard that my brain stops working and I become a little cumdump puppy for men.