We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.Ever since we met, I've been teasing her, always jokingly, never to make her feel bad. It's my way of getting attention. She always fought back, then started getting closer (although I suspected she really wanted to be close to me rather than actually face me).
I'm a slut, a fucking hardcore slut, and I know it. I love being fucked, pounded, and drilled all night long. My pussy is always dripping, always ready for a huge cock to fill me up. I'm talking about my boyfriend's cock, the biggest and hardest I've ever seen.
I was sitting in the dimly lit bar, nursing my whiskey on the rocks, when I saw her walk in. My blonde wife, dressed to the nines in a tight red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, scanned the room with a confident smile.
I'm lying on my back, my redhead stepmom hovering over me, her eyes fixed on my hard cock. She's been craving it all day, and I can tell she's about to unleash her inner slut. Her lips are parted, and I can see the hunger in her eyes as she gazes at my throbbing member.