The Whore You Adore

I’m the slut you can’t ignore. That’s how I ended up on my petite little back with my legs up over your shoulders and you pounding away into me mercilessly. I guess I should learn not to tease some men as far as I do. Oops! I’m moaning anyway, each stroke of your cock in and out of me driving me fucking wild. I pursued you until I had you literally with your back against the wall.

You were desperate for a way out until I started grinding my little body against you. Then, I had you desperate for a way in. You turned me around, pinning me to the cold bathroom tile. I was hot, panting as you picked me up and shoved my flimsy thong aside. My short skirt hiked up around my waist perfectly, and your lips crashed into mine. One hand held me up as my legs slid up your chest so I would be bent in half against the wall; the other roughly caressed my pert tits.

I was moaning into your mouth, against your neck as you pulled out your massive cock and started slamming it recklessly into me. I missed getting fucked, with my husband deployed and all. Now, I was making up for every single second my pussy had spent empty. You were filling me up, one inch, one stroke at a time. You couldn’t resist me, the whore you adore.

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