I leaned against the doorframe in a sheer white robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, watching the three landscapers sweat through their shirts. “Boys,” I purred, stepping onto the porch. “It’s far too hot for all those clothes. Why don’t you come inside and cool off?”
The gardener, a thick-necked brute, stopped mid-stride. His eyes locked onto my nipples poking through the fabric. “We’re on a clock, ma’am,” he grunted, though his cock was already tenting his work pants.
“Forget the clock,” I whispered, sliding the robe off my shoulders. I stood there completely naked, my tits bouncing as I arched my back. “I have a much more urgent job for you.”
The two assistants didn’t need another invitation. They dropped their shears and rushed me. The gardener grabbed my waist, his rough, calloused hands digging into my hips as he shoved me back against the cool hallway wall.
“You’ve been teasing us for weeks, you little slut,” he growled, his breath hot against my neck.
“I’m a very bad neighbor,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He ripped his zipper down, freed a thick, pulsing cock, and slammed it into my soaking wet pussy in one violent thrust. I screamed, my head hitting the wall as he began to hammer into me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. One assistant leaned in, grabbing my breasts and kneading them roughly, while the other dropped to his knees, his tongue swirling around my clit, licking me clean with every thrust the gardener delivered
I guided his cock into my soaking pussy from behind, slamming down hard. I gripped his cock with my cunt, my nails digging into his skin as I bounced on him, my ass slapping against his thighs in a rhythmic, hardcore beat. I was a mess of sweat and lust, my pussy gushing juices that lubricated every sliding motion. I leaned forward, biting his shoulder as I accelerated the pace, my walls pulsing in desperate contractions.
“Fill me up! Cum inside me, you little brat!” I shrieked, my voice guttural.
The friction hit a breaking point. I felt my orgasm snap first, a violent wave of pleasure that clamped my pussy tight around his shaft. That was the trigger. He let out a roar, his body stiffening as he delivered three final, devastating thrusts that bottomed out against my cervix. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside me, wave after wave of seed flooding my womb. We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs, my pussy leaking a mixture of my cream and his cum onto the leather seats, the scent of raw sex filling the car
I hauled him into the back of the SUV and slammed the hatch shut, trapping us in the dark. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, my pussy clamping tight around his shaft. I began to bounce with a frantic, raw energy, my wet folds slapping against his thighs with every downward plunge. I leaned back, arching my spine so my breasts swung wildly, my clit grinding against his pubic bone. The SUV rocked violently on its suspension as I rode him like a professional slut, my internal muscles milking him with every slide.
He reached up, gripping my hips with bruising force, and began to thrust upward, meeting my descent with bone-deep lunges. I screamed, my voice echoing in the small space, as he hammered into me. I reached down, rubbing my clit frantically while he fucked me raw, the friction creating a white-hot heat between my legs. I shifted my weight, grinding my pussy against him in circular motions, feeling his cock stretch my walls to the limit. Every thrust was a violent collision of flesh, the sound of our bodies slamming together filling the air as I chased a peak that felt like it was about to explode.
I didn’t say a word as I shoved the bag boy against the side of my SUV, my hand diving straight into his khakis to grip his rock-hard cock. I ripped his zipper down, freeing his thick shaft which pulsed greedily in the open air. I dropped to my knees right there on the asphalt, my mouth stretching wide to engulf his head. I sucked him with a violent hunger, my tongue swirling around the rim while I slurped his pre-cum, making loud, wet noises that echoed through the parking lot.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my scalp, shoving my face deeper onto his cock. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging on his girth while my hand pumped the base of his shaft. I looked up at him with hungry eyes, my lips glistening with his spit, before I stood up and hiked my dress up to my waist. I wasn’t wearing panties, and my pussy was dripping, a thick trail of slime running down my thigh. I grabbed his cock and guided the head to my soaking slit, rubbing it against my clit until I was whimpering. With one sudden, desperate jerk, I slammed myself down onto him, burying his entire length inside me with a wet, heavy thud.
I stand up and spin around, bending over the hallway table. I shove my ass back toward you, spreading my cheeks wide to show you my dripping pussy. I feel your hot breath on my skin before you slam your cock into me from behind. I scream as you bottom out, filling me completely.
You grip my hips, bruising my skin, and hammer into me with brutal, rhythmic thrusts. Every slam makes my tits bounce and my pussy slap loudly against your thighs. I reach back, rubbing my clit frantically as you fuck me harder, your cock stretching my walls to the limit. I feel you stiffen, your pace becoming frantic. You let out a guttural growl and thrust one last time, burying yourself deep as you pump hot loads of cum deep inside my womb. I collapse onto the table, twitching, feeling your seed leak out of my stretched hole.
I don’t wait for you to knock. I swing the front door open, wearing nothing but a sheer lace robe that hangs open. I grab your hand and pull it inside, slamming the door shut. I push you against the wall and drop to my knees immediately. I rip your zipper down and yank your cock out, the head already leaking pre-cum.
I wrap my lips around the head, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the rim. I take you deep, gagging as your shaft hits the back of my throat. I look up at you with wide, hungry eyes while I bob my head up and down, my cheeks hollowing. I use my hand to stroke your balls, squeezing them tight while I suck your cock with everything I have. I speed up, my mouth sliding wetly over your skin, slurping loudly until you groan and grip my hair, pushing yourself deeeper, deeper, and deeper into my spasming throat.
I slide the curtains open just a few inches, knowing you’re watching from your porch. I strip my dress off slowly, letting it pool at my ankles. I step out of my panties and press my bare breasts against the cold glass, nipples hardening instantly. I lock eyes with you, a smirk on my lips, and slide my hand down to my pussy.
I spread my lips wide with two fingers, rubbing my clit in slow, wet circles. I moan softly, the sound fogging the glass. I slide a finger deep inside my soaking wet hole, pumping it in and out while staring straight at you. I want you to see how drenched I am. I lean back, arching my spine, and use my other hand to squeeze my tits, twisting the nipples hard. I rub my pussy faster, my hips grinding against the windowsill, sliding my juices across the glass until I shudder, my walls clamping tight around my finger as I peak right in front of you.
I grip your tiny cock between two fingers, barely needing my thumb to hold the entire pathetic thing. I sneer, scanning the shivering, undersized length of you.
“Look at this,” I mock, giving the head a sharp, cruel flick. “Is this really all you have to offer me? It’s a fucking joke. A little pink button.”
I lean in, my breath hot against your ear, while my other hand slides down to squeeze your balls tight. You groan, your hips bucking instinctively, but I slam you back down. I begin to stroke you—slow, agonizingly light circles that drive you to the brink—only to stop abruptly the moment you gasp.
“Did I tell you that you could get hard, you little worm?” I hiss. I pinch the head of your cock hard, cutting off the blood flow. “You don’t deserve to cum. Not with a pathetic little nub like this. You’re barely a man; you’re just a toy for me to laugh at.”
I lean back, letting you see my dripping wet pussy, then laugh as I watch you leak a pathetic drop of pre-cum.
“Pathetic. You’re going to stay exactly like this—hard, aching, and completely useless—until I decide if this little piece of meat is even worth the effort of a blowjob. Now, beg me to keep you denied.”
Welcome back to Naughty Teacher’s secret nook, boys. Today’s “extra credit” session was absolutely delicious. I had two of my most pathetic, hormone-driven little shits in my office after the final bell.
I made them strip naked and kneel on the cold tile, trembling like the useless curs they are. Watching their pathetic cocks twitch while I leaned back in my chair, sexy legs spread wide to show off my hairy wet pussy, was the highlight of my week. I called them mindless breeding studs, told them they were nothing more than meat for my pleasure.
I didn’t let them touch me until they were begging, sobbing for it. Then, I let the first little bitch bury his face in my crotch, ordering him to lap up every drop of my cream like the dog he is. While he was choking on my clit, I had the other one stand behind me, shoving his hard cock deep into my ass without a drop of lube.
The sound of their frantic grunting and the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I screamed insults into their ears, calling them worthless slugs while they took turns fucking me raw as my large boobs bounced. I finished by making them cum all over my face and chest, leaving me drenched in their pathetic seed.
Class dismissed. Who wants to be next? 💋
I’m currently perched on my kitchen counter, legs spread wide, staring right into your living room while I slide two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy. I know you’re watching. I can see you through the blinds, your eyes locked on my clit as I rub it raw, circling the nub until I’m shaking.
I just tossed my robe on the floor. My tits are bouncing with every frantic thrust, nipples hard and aching for a mouth to clamp onto. I’m leaning back now, arching my spine to give you a perfect view of my dripping slit. I’m sliding my fingers out, coated in thick, clear cream, and rubbing the slime all over my thighs.
I want you to see exactly how much I’m leaking for you. I’m reaching back, pushing my middle finger deep into my tight ass, stretching the rim while I moan loud enough for you to hear through the glass. I’m imagining your thick cock sliding in to replace my hand, filling me up until I burst.
I’m getting close. My walls are pulsing, clamping down on my fingers as I grind my hips against the granite. I’m going to cum right here, spraying my juices across the counter while you watch from across the way. Come over here and clean it up with your tongue, or just keep staring while I fuck myself senseless for your pleasure.
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