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Here is my outfit that I plan on wearing out this evening on..

Here is my outfit that I plan on wearing out this evening on my date with the guy I met at Publix on Sunday. I am so looking forward to it but he has ghosted me, not sure why. He was all about me when we met in the store and when we were texting, but all of a sudden, he stopped texting me ....oh well, such is life. I will let you all know what happens, if anything. Hope you enjoy your day and keep your fingers crossed for me 😜 💋

I was at Publix, just grabbing a few things, nothing special..

I was at Publix, just grabbing a few things, nothing special. Then, this tall, decent looking black guy walks up. He's got this easy confidence, not cocky, just sure of himself. He said something about how beautiful I was and asked if I was married. I told him yes, and he asked me if I was looking for any new friends, I told him absolutely so he handed me his phone, and I put in my phone number. He said I will text you. That hit me like a fucking freight train. My pussy's instantly throbbing, and all I can think about is his big black dick. Not just any dick, his. I'm picturing it, thick, veined, heavy, the kind that stretches you until you're gasping, ruined for anyone else. I'm already wet walking back to my car, thighs slick under my shorts, and as I'm putting my groceries in my car, he walks up to me and says, I am going to text you, so please make sure you answer it.

We've been texting since. Flirty shit, but I know where it's headed. Every time my phone pings, my clit jumps, imagining him bending me over, his cock slamming into me so deep I forget my name. I'm obsessed with the idea of him pumping me full of cum, just unloading, leaving me dripping, my pussy wrecked, gaped, useless for anyone else. It's not just the size, it's the power, the way a black guy's cock feels like it owns you. I want him to fuck me until I'm a mess until my head is spinning, and I can't even remember I'm even married. I definitely won't forget about Shane, he just got this way that makes me want to be his, but my pussy says not exclusively, at least once in a while!

Scott, my husband, he knows who he married. I want this black guy to absolutely put my husband to shame. Make him and his dick seem completely insignificant, that's my ultimate goal with Scott. Shane, my boyfriend, I'm never letting him go, but I can't stop myself from wanting that black cock to make me insane from massive orgasms. I guess it's cheating on Shane a little bit, but honestly, they both know I'm a slut. How I lose my mind over the idea of a huge black cock stretching me out. Especially if it's so good it makes my husband seem completely inadequate, just there. It's not about yelling at my husband or calling him names, and it's the quiet humiliation, the way I know he can't compare. I'll come home after this guy fucks me, pussy still sore, cum still leaking, and Scott'll look at me like he knows. He will sense it. He will see that I'm distracted, still feeling that guy's dick in me while we're watching TV. That look my husband gives me...wanting to know who it was, how many times did I take his cock? It makes me want to climb the walls, and it's so fucking hot. I'll sit across from Scott at dinner, thighs pressed together, or lean into him on the couch, and he is none the wiser, but he knows something's different. That's the mental game, my husband realizing I've been taken apart by someone who can do what he never will. It's not mean. It's just true.

Do I feel guilty? No, because the sexual excitement is so intense, I could never stop. This guy's got me too worked up, my pussy's screaming for it, and my head's stuck on the image of his cock, black and long, pounding me until I'm nothing but a puddle of cum and sweat. I want him to destroy me, to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight, so every step reminds me of him. I want to be so full of his cum that it's dripping down my legs, marking me, making me a black man's cum dumpster. Black guys just have this thing that makes me feel like I'm nothing but a hole for them to fill. And I love it. I want to be used, owned, fucked until I'm begging for more, even when I can't take it. This guy from Publix. He's my shot at that. And I'm taking it.

Last night with Shane was everything. I'm still buzzing, my ..

Last night with Shane was everything. I'm still buzzing, my pussy soaked just thinking about it. He's been nudging me to move in with him part-time, and we talked it out again over dinner. I'm doing it, next week, I'm bringing some of my stuff to his place. It's a huge deal. For me, for Scott, my husband, who's sitting at home alone while I'm out with Shane, my number one man now. Shane's got my heart, my pussy, and soon, where I live. He's in control, and that thought alone makes my clit throb so hard it feels like it's got its own pulse. Scott's just… left behind, dominated by Shane, and I know he's at home with that pathetic shame boner, dripping, jerking off because he can't handle how much he loves that I'm with Shane more than him now. My pussy's in a constant state of wetness, picturing Scott like that while I'm living with Shane, even if it's just part-time for now. It's such a turn-on, knowing I'm choosing Shane over him.

We went to this restaurant Scott and I used to go to all the time. Everyone there knows me, knows I'm married to Scott. So heads turned when I walked in holding Shane's hand, looking like we were the real couple now. The staff stared, whispering to each other, probably shocked I was with another man. It was so hot, knowing they were watching, knowing they knew. I wanted to make it clear, so I made sure Shane and I sat close, kissing him every chance I got when I knew their eyes were on us. My pussy was dripping so much I had to grab a napkin to soak up the wet spot I left on the chair. Shane made it worse, sliding his hand under my skirt now and then, his fingers just brushing my huge, hard clit, teasing me. I could barely eat, I was so turned on.

As soon as we got to his Jeep, I couldn't wait. I yanked his cock out of his pants and got my mouth on it, sucking hard on the head while my hand went under my skirt, rubbing my clit like crazy. It didn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, and his cock was pulsing, shooting sperm straight from his balls down my throat. I was still swallowing when my fingers pushed me over the edge, and I came so hard I soaked his seat. Thank God it's leather, it wiped right up.

After, we went to the outlets, and it was perfect. Shane kept his arm around my waist the whole time, holding me like I was his like he owned me completely. I loved it. We walked around, looking like the perfect couple, and I couldn't stop thinking about Scott at home, alone, knowing Shane's taken his place. Taken his wife, taken his life, and Scott's probably getting off on it, that sick mix of shame and want. Shane and I are the real deal now, and it feels right. My pussy's still wet thinking about it, about how I'm his and how everyone can see it.

Good afternoon 💋 Just popping in and thinking about my date ..

Good afternoon 💋 Just popping in and thinking about my date with Shane in a few hours and look what popped out 💦😜 I hope you all have exciting evening planned, because I certainly do as you can tell. I will let you know how it goes. Catch you later 💋

I went to visit Shane at work. He asked me to see him. He wa..

I went to visit Shane at work. He asked me to see him. He wanted to talk to me about something. I went just so I could walk through the building, past where my husband works, who sadly wasn't there, and straight into his boss's office. I love the mental thrill I get from doing that. Everyone who did see me knew I was there to take Shane's sperm in one hole or another in my body. I fully expected to do just that.

But Shane wanted to talk, and I figured it'd be some invite to an event, maybe a quick fuck after. I was ready to say yes and drop to my knees, worship his dick while I looked up at him, and then let him breed me until I was dripping him out of me. I'm addicted to him—his presence, his dick, the way he parades me like a prize, making my clit so hard it hurts. But he didn't ask for a date or anything like that. He asked if I'd move in with him part-time—Friday through Sunday, maybe Monday. My pussy didn't just get wet; it fucking gushed, girl jizz soaking me as my mind blanked. I couldn't answer him as my pussy had taken over at just the thought of moving in with a man half my age, owning me in ways my husband never thought would be possible.

Shane mistook my silence for hesitation, thinking he'd overstepped. If he'd lightly touched my clit right then, I'd have exploded, cumming so hard I'd forget my name. I finally got a "yes" out and promptly slid under his desk, unzipping him as he sat in his office chair. I told him no fucking until tomorrow night when I officially move in for the weekend. He agreed and was happy letting me worship his cock. For 20 minutes, I worked his dick, sucking, licking, deep-throating, rolling his balls in my mouth, loving their heavy, squishy feel. I felt one try to pull up as he got close to cumming, but I sucked harder, pinning it in place. Then his dick jerked, and a thick, hot rope of cum splattered my forehead, followed by five more, coating my face and hair in a glorious, sticky mess.

No, I didn't leave his office doing the cum walk of shame. I cleaned up. Mostly by scooping what I could into my mouth and eating it and getting the rest with of all things, a shop towel. I did leave his office with cummy strings of hair, nothing I could do to fix that, and yes, I noticed people looking at me as I left. I so wish Scott would have been there. Oh well, doesn't matter. My husband will be shopping for me later tonight, preparing me for what I need when I move in with Shane part-time. Fuck I'm horny, wondering what will be going through Scott's mind as he buys me things to move in with Shane. I hope he pops a shame boner while he's doing it. Thinking about that is making me massively horny. The wait for Shane to slip his dick in me in my new part-time home and make me cum so hard I'll forget where I'm even at is going to be so worth it!

I am going to visit Shane at work tomorrow. He wants to talk..

I am going to visit Shane at work tomorrow. He wants to talk to me about something. I'm so curious as to what that might be. Not to mention I'm sporting a rock-hard clit boner because I know it's going to be good. A lot of that clit boner is from knowing I'll be walking right past my husband and into the office of his boss. Others will watch as well. The power I get from doing that is like a drug I can't put down. I hope they picture me on my knees or bent over his desk, taking every inch of Shane's cock, letting him use me until he pumps his load in whatever hole he chooses. I really hope he takes me out of his office and walks me past Scott, his hand on my back, guiding me to his Jeep, and takes me for a ride so I can suck his cock in the car. Just knowing everyone's eyes are on us as we leave gives my mind such a wet mental sloppy turn-on that it makes my pussy a drooling mess. It's such a wonderful mind fuck for me. I love that I can cum just from sucking his dick. I admit, it takes a quick rub of the finger on my clit to set me off, but still, it's immediate and explosive when it happens. I wish I could cum right at the moment his testicles are pumping cum down my throat. I feel like that would be an orgasm for the record books. Crap, it's not even 7pm, and I'm already working myself up. It's going to be hard to sleep tonight with my mind stuck on feeling Shane's cock in my throat. I will let you know how it turns out.

I walked through the door this morning, still thinking about..

I walked through the door this morning, still thinking about last night and this morning. My clit, as used and worn out as it was still ready to go a few more rounds with Shane's dick. Scott was there, putting his belt on, getting ready to leave for work, but I could see it in his eyes...he was desperate to know about my night with Shane. His face was a mix. He looked defeated, but there was also that hunger in his eyes. Like he was dying to ask but terrified of the answers. I love that look. It's like he's starving for scraps of what I've been up to, and I get to decide how much I feed him. And today...it wasn't much. Almost nothing.

I grabbed his shoulders, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, "Tell your boss I had a blast yesterday, and tell him I'm counting down the hours till I can do it again." Scott's eyes widened, his fingers fumbling with his keys. He opened his mouth, probably to beg for details, but I just shook my head, signaling no, not today.

I didn't tell him how Shane's fingers were inside me on that boat, right in front of everyone, like I was his to play with, and they all knew it. I didn't tell him how I was this close to dropping to my knees and worshipping Shane's cock right there, letting everyone see how badly I needed to be his cum slut. I didn't mention how Shane's dick stretched my ass so wide I could still feel that amazing friction from his dick slipping inside of me. I never mentioned how he pumped so much cum into me that I came so hard I was shaking, drooling, my brain short-circuiting like I was nothing but a fucked-out sex doll. I didn't tell him how I sucked Shane's cock this morning until he let me drink his sperm straight from the head of his dick, and when I was done, I kissed the jizz dripping tip and told him I loved him. I wanted to share that part so badly with my husband, but that would be doing Scott a favor. He lives for details. He lives to be bested by men like Shane. He needs me to let men like Shane take me from him. At least his dick does. Every time I let Shane's cock breed me with sperm, I'm making Scott's dick happy. By making him wait, making him imagine what I was doing with Shane, I'm not just making my husband pop a shame boner, I'm making his life perfect by keeping him on the outside, desperate, humiliated, and always aching for more. It makes our marriage perfect for both of us. So much so that I'm already pulling out my phone and texting Shane to see when he wants to get together again...my clit is puffy thinking about it.

Good afternoon, just popping in to let you know what I'm up ..

Good afternoon, just popping in to let you know what I'm up to this afternoon, that's right....playing with my clit again, but I have an excuse, I found a toy in the back of toy box that I don't remember having or using, so I just had to try it out and of course make you all watch 💦 😜 Anyway I hope you are enjoying your day 💋 Catch you all later!

I need to tell you all about how Shane is turning Scott into..

I need to tell you all about how Shane is turning Scott into this shadow of a man—a third wheel, a friend, and just a roommate. And fuck, it's so hot it makes my pussy ache just thinking about it. The way Shane's taking control, reducing Scott to nothing while claiming every inch of me, it's an addiction that I love and can't control my pussy. I'm gonna walk you through it, step by step, because the details of how this went down and how it makes me feel are everything.

So, I thought Shane would pick me up for a boating day, right? Just me and him, maybe some of his crew that he works with, out on the water. But then he calls me and drops this bomb: he wants Scott, my husband, to drive me to the boat ramp and drop me off. Like, he wants Scott to deliver me to him. Shane's exact words were that it'd "sink in" for Scott that I'm his now, not Scott's. At first, I hesitated. It felt brutal, humiliating Scott in front of all these people he works with, people who report to Shane just like he does. I mean, Scott's still my husband, technically, and I could picture how it'd crush him.

But then my body betrayed me. My clit started throbbing, getting so hard it was almost painful like it was screaming at me to do it. The idea of Scott handing me over to Shane, knowing Shane's been fucking me raw, filling every hole, breeding me whenever he wants, it flipped a switch. I couldn't stop picturing it, Scott's face as he realizes he's nothing compared to Shane, and me, dripping wet, ready to climb all over Shane's cock right there. So I turned to Scott, looked him dead in the eyes, and told him exactly what he would do. He pushed back, argued, and even flat-out refused at one point. But I wasn't having it. I told him if he didn't do this, I'd let Shane move into our house, and Scott could go live in the fucking RV out back. That shut him up real quick. Ten minutes later, he was driving me to the boat ramp, his hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white.

When we pulled up, it was a scene. Shane had all his crew there—at least 15 people, all guys working for him, like Scott. It was like a fucking audience, and I could feel the tension rolling off Scott. He tried to rush me out of the truck, probably hoping to peel out and disappear before anyone noticed him. But Shane wasn't having that either. He strolled up, all confident, his eyes locked on me like I was already his, and told Scott he needed him to help with the boat launch. Oh my God, the tension was so thick you could cut it. Here's Scott, my husband, being ordered around by the man who's been pounding my pussy, my ass, and my throat, leaving me satisfied in ways Scott never could. And Scott just stood there, quiet, his face burning red.

I leaned in and whispered to Scott that he better do what Shane says, or he'd regret it. He got out of the truck, moving like a man walking to his execution, while I slid out and Shane pulled me in close. Right there, in front of everyone—Scott, all his friends, the whole damn world—Shane kissed me. Not some quick peck, but a deep, hungry makeout session, his hands gripping my ass, his tongue claiming my mouth. We went at it for a minute or two, and I could feel every pair of eyes on us, especially Scott's. My pussy was so wet I was scared it'd soak through my shorts. I wanted to drop to my knees right there, yank Shane's shorts down, and suck the head of his thick cock until he was groaning my name. I wanted everyone to see how much I crave him, how I'd do anything to feel his dick stretching me out, filling me up. I wanted them to know I'm completely his in every way that matters.

But, yeah, I didn't do that. Not because I didn't want to—fuck, I did—but because it wasn't the time or place. There's a line, even for me, and blowing Shane in front of his entire crew would've crossed it. Instead, we launched the boat, Scott doing his part like a good little worker bee, head down, avoiding eye contact. When it was done, Shane walked over, patted Scott on the shoulder like he was dismissing a kid, and said, "You can go home now." The way he said it, so casual but so final, it was like a punch to Scott's gut. I could see the shame in Scott's eyes, and fuck, it turned me on even more. I swear I saw the outline of a shame boner in his pants, and it made my clit pulse, knowing he was so helpless, watching me slip away to Shane.

Shane grabbed my hand, his grip firm and possessive, and led me onto the boat. The whole day out on the water was pure heat. Shane kept me close, and now and then, he'd slide his fingers under my bikini bottoms, teasing my pussy until it was a swamp of girl jizz. My clit got so big and hard it was practically poking out like a mini dick, straining against the fabric. Every touch sent shivers through me, and I was so wet I could barely sit still. The crew was around, but Shane didn't care—he was showing me off, letting everyone know I was his woman. And I loved it. I'm old enough to be his mom, which makes it hotter. I'm his, and he's claiming me in front of the world.

When we got back to the dock, Shane didn't even hesitate. He took me straight to his place, and I stayed the night. That man's dick found its way into my guts, first through my pussy, then my asshole, stretching me, owning me. The orgasms he gave me were unreal, like my body was shattering and rebuilding itself around his cock. Nobody's ever fucked me like that, and I know it's so good because of the mental game. Shane is showing me off, replacing Scott a little more every day, it's like foreplay that never stops. I love seeing Scott's shame, knowing he's powerless as Shane takes me away. I love how everyone knows I'm Shane's, even with Scott in the picture. It's pure bliss, like a perfect marriage—except my man isn't my husband. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday was one of those days that started tame but ended u..

Saturday was one of those days that started tame but ended up with me drinking a huge load of cum. I had to drag myself to a family function, over an hour's drive, which gave me way too much time to think. Halfway there, my phone buzzed—Jake was texting me, begging to get together whenever I was free. He knows he's playing second place to Shane now, but he's still desperate for a piece of me. I didn't respond right away because I was picturing Shane's body, his hands on my tits, his cock in my holes, and how I'd rather be anywhere but stuck in a car heading to small talk with relatives.

The family thing was fine but boring. I was sitting there, nodding along to Aunt Whoever's story, when my phone buzzed again. It was Shane this time, asking me to go boating with him and a couple of his buddies on Sunday. I swear my pussy practically jumped at the thought. I texted him back instantly, telling him I was in and that I would confirm the time when I got home. From that moment, I was useless at the function. All I could think about was Shane and how I'd be begging for his dick by the end of the day. Like I said, my pussy was throbbing, already wet, and I knew I wasn't making it through the rest of the afternoon without some dick satisfaction. I made up some bullshit excuse about having to take care of the dogs and bolted.

The drive home was tough. My pussy was a wet mess, and the thought of waiting until Sunday for Shane's cock was unbearable. I needed dick, and I needed it now. So, I called Jake. Told him I was free tonight and would be at his place in two hours. I could tell from his voice that he was smiling as I said that. I was smiling as well. Jake's got this thick, gorgeous cock that fills me up just right, and I was already imagining it stretching me out.

I got home, jumped in the shower, and shaved every inch of myself smooth. Slipped into a tight little skirt and a top that barely held my tits in, I dressed to make Jake lose his mind. The drive to his place had me squirming in my seat, my juices already starting to leave a wet spot on my seat. When I pulled into his driveway, he was sitting on his porch, looking good like he always does. My thighs were slick before I even got out of the Jeep. I walked up, grabbed his face, and kissed him hard, dragging him inside. He tried to make small talk, but I cut him off. "I didn't come here to chat, Jake. I came to fuck."

He grinned, and I ripped his shirt off, running my hands over his tight body, making myself even more worked up. We were making out like animals, and he yanked my top off, his hands sliding up my skirt, fingers grazing my thighs. He knew exactly where to go, rubbing my clit in that slow, teasing way that drives me wild. My pussy was begging for him. He slipped his fingers inside, teasing my lips before plunging them deep, and I was already moaning. I reached down, pulled his stiff cock out of his shorts, and started stroking it, feeling it pulse in my hand. His balls were twitching, and I knew he was close. I wasn't letting that load go to waste.

I dropped to my knees, licked the precum off his tip, and worked my tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the head until he was groaning. Then I took him deep, as much of that thick cock as I could handle, and sucked him hard. He exploded, hot jizz shooting down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. It turned me on so much my pussy was dripping like a fucking faucet. I laid back, spread my legs wide, and Jake dove in, his mouth on my clit, sucking and licking while his fingers slid back inside, fucking me until I came so hard I drenched his face with my girl jizz. When I say I wanted to feel Jakes cock buried in my guts...that is an understatement. I was practically dying to feel him rearrange my insides with his dick. But...I decided I wanted to save my pussy for Shane tomorrow. I got the orgasm that I so much needed so I could hold off for Shane's cock one more day.

Jake had other plans, though. He stood still hard and suggested we take it to the bedroom. But I was done. I got what I came for—an amazing orgasm to tide me over until Shane. I told him, "No, I'm good. I've got plans with Shane tomorrow, and I'm saving my pussy for him" His face fell, and he mumbled something, but I was already heading for the door. As I pulled into my driveway, my phone buzzed—Jake, thanking me for coming over and asking when he could see me again. I texted back that I'd let him know and left it at that. My mind was already on Shane, the boat, and how I was gonna fuck him senseless tomorrow.

Heading out for the day but here is a quick little update be..

Heading out for the day but here is a quick little update before I go. Have a great day 💋

Here's a little gun show for you to get your weekend started..

Here's a little gun show for you to get your weekend started. I hope you enjoy 😜

Good morning

Good morning

I'm listening to a friend complain about the stock market an..

I'm listening to a friend complain about the stock market and bitch about his wife at the same time. He keeps saying he wants a divorce, but he still loves her. I'm not buying it. I've sucked the sperm out of his balls through the head of his delicious cock more than a few times...so I'm not so sure how much his wife means to him. Completely not my concern. Nor do I give a crap about the state of the stock market. I did, however, explain to him a stock market crash would be much worse than getting a divorce because, in a market crash, he could lose it all, and to make things worse...his wife would still be with him. I say divorce her while he's still in his 40s, and he's out half at most. With his dried-up wife gone, he can stick his dick in fresh lips, top or bottom, anytime he wants. And since she hasn't sucked his dick in 15 years... what's the point of keeping her around? I think she's stupid. As I said, I've sucked his dick more than she has, and it's a nice dick with a heavy load of jizz. It's one of those loads you can feel in your belly when it works its way down. If I were her, I'd hang on to him just for his dick. Why is telling you how I like drinking his nut making me wet? Now, I want to feel his jizz sliding down my throat, and I don't even like him all that much.

Do me a favor, lick around the edges for me a bit 🐱💦😜

Do me a favor, lick around the edges for me a bit 🐱💦😜

Last night, just for kicks, I felt like twisting the knife i..

Last night, just for kicks, I felt like twisting the knife in Scott, so I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I love him way more than you, babe. I'll keep you around, but I need you to know that." Then I showed him the text I just sent to Shane that read, "Good night, Love you!" Even better was the reply from Shane, my boyfriend and his boss, "Love you too!" His face always looks like he just took a gut punch, and that sets my clit into full buzz mode. Yes, it's a twisted game I like to play. The best part is I never lose at this game. Even better...most of the time, Scott's dick pops a sad little shame boner like it's waiving a white flag in defeat. I'd quit, but I get off so hard on this that there is no way I'll ever be able to stop. I know Scott does, too. I hear him in his bathroom, pathetically jerking off at the thought of me falling in love with another man. That makes me smile. We don't tell each other the truth because this game we play isn't based on reality. I don't want to admit that I'll never find another man I want or need as much as him. That would ruin the sex. Does he know this? Of course, he does. Every time he walks past Shane, his humiliation, which would destroy most men, drives him to want more. Every time I crumble Scott's world, I want more. It's a win-win. Will we ever stop this game? Hopefully, not for a long time. Plus, having men like Shane pumping cum in my guts is a pretty good reason not to stop. Now if you will excuse me, I need to jerk my clit off.

So, I got this wedding invite from a hotty I know who, let's..

So, I got this wedding invite from a hotty I know who, let's say, "consults" with clients in a very… personal way. Yes, we used to lick each other's kitty's until they drooled in case you were wondering. Turns out, she's tying the knot with one of her regulars. Hey, who am I to judge? I spent over two decades charming clients before hanging up my hat in 2021, and I've got nothing but warm and sweaty...I mean fuzzy memories of those days. Anyway, I tossed the invite on the "I'll get to it" pile and forgot about it. To me, it sounded like a crappy reality show about to happen. So, she politely messaged me today and asked if I would respond, and I did. Apparently, responding, "Sorry, maybe next time," is a good way to uninvite yourself. Who knew? I didn't think she would get that mad. I was wrong.

Someone asked me why, at 58, I like getting fingered by a gu..

Someone asked me why, at 58, I like getting fingered by a guy who is 32. I don't know...I just like getting fingered by a guy who is 32. He made my pussy so wet you could probably drown in it. It was a chick who asked me that, trying to be snarky. I'm guessing she hasn't had her snatch fingered since high school and probably didn't like it then. I remember my first time...I was so into it I scared the guy doing it. Anyway, her loss, as I suspect she doesn't know what she's missing. Anyway, I suppose if I don't want snarky answers, I should quit sharing my sexual adventures with people I don't really know. Never going to happen, though. I like sharing too much.

I was watching that show, FBI, and that chick is hot. What a body...I could go gay for her. Anyway, she's arresting some guy, and when she says, "Anything you say can and will be held against you." I would reply, "Boobs." Or "Snatch," depending on my mood. She can hold either of those against me, and I won't complain.

Yesterday was one of those days that will be on my mind fore..

Yesterday was one of those days that will be on my mind forever. My clit definitely won't forget it. I spent it with Shane at the beach, and I have to say it was beyond hot, and not temperature-wise. My husband, Scott, wanted to spend the day with me, but when Shane called, it was like my body decided before my brain could catch up. Saying no to Shane isn't in my DNA, not like it is with Scott, who I can brush off without a second thought. The thrill of choosing Shane, knowing my husbands at home while I'm out pursuing a relationship with a man half my age, not to mention who is now my husband's boss, is a rush I can't get enough of.

I showed up at the beach in a bikini that didn't cover much. My tits were spilling out, barely contained, and the bottom was so skimpy my clit and lips kept slipping free, easy to see for everyone around who looked...and they did look. Shane smiled when he saw me. He definitely approved. I'm sure I saw a bulge growing in his shorts. We met up with his friends, who weren't shy about staring at me either. The looks were intense...but I liked it, and Shane was into it as much as I was. He certainly seemed to enjoy showing me off like I was his cum dump trophy. It was quite the thrill knowing I was the center of their attention, which, in turn, made me want Shane's cock inside me so bad I could barely stand it.

We went into the ocean, just deep enough for some privacy under the waves. I couldn't resist the urge, so I reached into his shorts and pulled out his perfect cock, stroking the head with my fingers, feeling it get hard in my hand. The saltwater made things a little sticky, but the thrill of it was amazing. Shane didn't hold back either; his fingers found my clit, working it with that expert touch that drives me wild. I tried to guide his cock inside me, wanting to feel him stretch me open, but the ocean wasn't cooperating—too awkward, too sticky. Still, the effort alone had me dripping.

We walked back to his group of friends, and I parked myself on Shane's lap, kissing and touching each other, letting everyone see how much we were into each other. I loved the way his hands were all over my body as his friends watched, wondering if they wanted to Shane at that very moment. I got even wetter thinking Scott's nowhere near this excitement level, never really has been, and the thought of him sitting at home alone while I'm at the beach, loving that I belong to Shane now. Fuck, just saying that makes me wet.

Things slowed down, and Shane led me behind his Jeep. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I wanted it more. I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out, and took it deep into my throat, worshiping every inch with my mouth. I worked him hard, loving being on my knees in front of him, serving him and his cock, all while feeling the way his cock twitched on my tongue. I wanted him to unload, to feed me a thick, heavy load of his sperm, but just as things were heating up, a car pulled up nearby. We had to stop, and I almost screamed from frustration.

Later, Shane took me to his place. We showered, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. I dropped to my knees again, sucking his cock with even more hunger, loving how it filled my mouth. Then we moved to the bedroom, and Shane laid me on my back, spreading my legs wide. His tongue found my clit, licking and sucking with that magic touch my husband has never matched. My clit got hard as a rock, became super fat and sensitive, and he worked me until I came so hard I saw stars. My body actually went numb from the intensity of it.

I wasn't done with him yet. I took his cock back in my mouth, feeling it jerk and harden, close to pumping cum. But Shane had other plans. He pulled out and told me to ride him. It's like he knew exactly what I wanted, which was me making his cock disappear in my guts. I climbed on top, rubbing the head of his cock against my huge, post cum swelled clit, working myself into a sloppy, wet frenzy. When I couldn't take it anymore, I impaled myself on him, taking him balls deep, really into the way his dick fills me. It only took a few bounces on his dick, and I came again, harder this time, so hard I lost control of my body. I rarely squirt, but this time, with Shane, I soaked him, my orgasm turning me into a mindless, cum-hungry mess. All I could think about was feeling him pump me with his cum, and he did, his dick cumming so hard I felt his sperm spraying inside me and leaking out around his cock. It was perfect, the kind of fuck that leaves you breathless and braindead.

After, we went to the grocery store, hand in hand, Shane kissing the back of my neck, his hand on my shoulder like we were the perfect couple. I made him dinner, a meal I should've made for Scott, but doing it for Shane felt right, making me feel like I belonged to Shane now. The thought of Scott at home, oblivious to how into Shane I am, only made it sweeter. The day was perfect. My clit is still buzzing from it, and I know I'll be chasing this high for a long time. I have to catch you later. I need to get Scott to clean Shanes cum off the seat of my Jeep. It leaked out on the way home.

My phone buzzed yesterday afternoon, and Jake's name lit up ..

My phone buzzed yesterday afternoon, and Jake's name lit up the screen, his text to the point: Wanna come over? I smirked, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I could've said yes right then, but where's the fun in that? Instead, I typed back, Waiting to hear from Shane. If that falls through, I'll let you know. A little white lie. Shane wasn't even in the picture, but I wasn't about to let Jake think he was my first choice. Gotta keep him on his toes.

Ok, let me know, he replied, and I could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. Jake's not the type to beg, but I know he wants me. Bad. Truth is, I've been thinking about Jake a lot lately, missing the feeling of his awesome cock inside me, the way he stretches my pussy out, and the way his cock reaches places that other cocks don't. So, I broke down and went to see Jake.

When I knocked on Jake's door, he opened it wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips. No shirt, just that lean, tanned chest and the faint trail of hair dipping below his waistband. He grinned, that half-smile that says he knows exactly what I'm here for.

"Thought you were gonna ditch me for Shane," he said, stepping aside to let me in.

I shrugged and said Shane had family obligations to attend.

He didn't waste time. His hand found my waist, pulling me close, and I could feel the heat of his cock through my clothes. "Good," he murmured, lips brushing my ear. "Cause I've been thinking about you all day."

We didn't make it to the bedroom. He backed me against the living room wall, his mouth on mine, making out like there was no tomorrow. I could feel him hardening through his shorts, his cock pressing against my thigh, thick and rock hard. Jake's cock is like no one else, long, veined, with a slight curve that hits every spot just right. It's the kind of dick that makes me forget my name when it's inside me. I reached down, slipping my hand past his waistband, and wrapped my fingers around it. He groaned, as I stroked him, feeling the heavy weight of it, the way it pulsed in my hand.

"Fuck," he breathed, his dick twitching in my hand. "You're gonna kill me."

I grinned, tightening my grip, teasing the head with my thumb until a drop of precum leaked out on my fingers. "Maybe I want to."

He didn't let me play for long. He yanked my shorts down, spinning me around so my hands were leaning against the wall. His fingers rubbed my hard, swollen clit , spreading me open, and then I felt the warm, hard tip of his cock rubbing against my swollen clit and my wet pussy lips, teasing me. He took his time, though, practically making me beg for his cock.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip, stubborn. "You know I do."

"Say it." His hand gripped my hip, holding me still as he pressed just the tip inside, enough to make me want to scream.

"Fuck, Jake, I want it. Now."

That was all he needed. He thrust in, slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch of his cock stretching my pussy open. The way he fills me up, that curve hitting deep, reaching places other cocks never could, making my knees weak. He didn't hold back after that, pounding me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips like he was claiming me. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin and the feel of my pussy juices running down his cock, pushing me closer to the edge.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned. I miss this. "I did, too, but I didn't want him to know.

  When I came, it hit me like nothing else, my whole body shaking and my knees weak, he didn't stop, fucking me through it until he followed, his dick pounding me fast and hard , his cock twitching and pulsing, I could feel every drop of his jizz filling me up.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath . Then he pulled out, slow, and I turned to face him, both of us grinning like we'd just gotten away with something.

"Better than Shane?" he asked, that smirk back .

I laughed and said, "The sex is always amazing with you, but don't flatter yourself, you're still number two."

I didn't want him to know how amazing it felt and just how much I missed his cock and, yes, him too. What's the fun in that? I have him right where I want him. And it's an incredible feeling!

The Jeep’s tires crunched into the gravel lot of Shane’s aut..

The Jeep’s tires crunched into the gravel lot of Shane’s auto shop, my body still buzzing from Adam, the mailman, and our encounter. My pussy was soaked, throbbing with a need no toy could satisfy. I needed a real cock, and Shane, rough, confident, and always up for a good time, was the man for the job. I glanced in the rearview mirror, my lips glossy, my miniskirt barely covering my thighs, and my tight top clinging to my tits, no bra to hide my hard nipples. I looked like trouble, and I felt like it, too.

I hopped out, and strutted into the garage, heels clicking. The shop smelled of oil and metal, but Shane wasn’t at his usual spot. Instead, I spotted my husband Scott hunched over a toolbox, sorting wrenches. He barely looked up as I approached, my hips swaying.

“Hey, babe,” I said, keeping my voice casual. “Where’s Shane?”

Scott glanced at me, his eyes taking in my sexy outfit, and shook his head. “In his new office,” he grunted, nodding toward the back of the shop. “Just got it set up."

I didn’t stick around to chat. “Thanks,” I tossed over my shoulder, already walking toward the office, my pulse racing. The door was half-open, and there was Shane, leaning back in a creaky chair, phone to his ear, giving an order for parts. His t-shirt hugged his broad chest, jeans low on his hips, and that familiar cocky grin on his face.

I didn’t wait for an invitation. I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. Shane’s eyes snapped to me, widening as he took in my skirt, my tits straining against my tight top. I walked straight to him, leaning down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I need your dick inside me now.”

His breath caught, and he fumbled the phone, muttering a quick, “Yeah, send it tomorrow, gotta go,” before hanging up the phone, he said, “Brooke, what's _” he started, but I was already moving, yanking my top down to let my tits spill free, my nipples hard and begging for attention.

I didn’t give him time to think. I bent over his desk, shoving a stack of papers aside, and hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my soaking wet pussy. “Fuck me, Shane,” I said, glancing back at him, my voice low and needy. “Now.”

His chair scraped as he stood, his eyes locked on my ass and my dripping wet pussy. “Holy shit,” he muttered, already undoing his belt, the clink of him undoing his belt sent a shiver through me. He had no clue why I was this worked up, no idea it was because of Adam, our conversation, that had left me dripping and desperate. Let him think it was all him. I liked it that way.

Shane didn’t hesitate. He stepped behind me, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re fucking soaked,” he growled, the head of his cock brushing my opening, teasing me for a split second before he thrust in, hard and deep. I moaned loud, my pussy clenching around him as he filled me, thick and hot, exactly what I’d been craving.

“Goddamn, Brooke,” he grunted, setting a brutal pace, his hips slamming into me, the desk creaking under my weight. My tits bounced against the wood, my nipples grazing the surface with every thrust, sending shock waves through my body. He was not gentle, just raw need, and it was perfect, exactly what I needed to simmer down the fire Adam had lit.

“Harder,” I gasped, pushing back against him, my pussy contracting tight as the pleasure built. Shane’s hand slid up, grabbing my tits and rubbing my nipples, my moans louder, needier. He fucked me like he owned me, which he does at this point.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. I was already there, the tension snapping as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy pulsing around his cock, my legs trembling as I called out, “Shane!” Wave after wave hit me, my body shaking, satisfied at last.

He wasn’t far behind. With a low curse, he shot his warm, silky load inside me, spraying down the inside of my pussy walls, his hot jizz dripping out of me as he pulled out, leaving a puddle on his office floor. I stayed bent over for a moment, catching my breath, a smile on my lips as the aftershocks faded.

Shane grabbed a shop rag, wiped me clean, and then wiped up the puddle on the floor. “Jesus, Brooke,” he said, "that was amazing and a great afternoon break."

I straightened, tugging my skirt down and pulling my top back into place, my tits and pussy still tingling. “Just what I needed,” I said with a shrug, letting him believe he was the spark. No need to mention Adam. This was my secret, and I’d keep it that way.

“Anytime,” Shane said, his grin cocky again, like he’d just won a prize. I shot him a wink, sauntering out of the office, my body completely satisfied. As I passed Scott, still sorting tools, I called out, “See ya at home, babe,” and headed for my Jeep, already thinking about the next time I see Shane.

I got a fresh pedi for all you foot lovers, here you go😜

I got a fresh pedi for all you foot lovers, here you go😜

I'm so turned on thinking about the mailman and " The No dic..

I'm so turned on thinking about the mailman and " The No dick" from him but went to see Shane after the Mailman tease yesterday and I got a quickie from him. It was enough to hold me over until this evening when I can spend some quality time with Shane. I am definitely looking forward to that .

The sun beat down on my bare shoulders, the heat making my s..

The sun beat down on my bare shoulders, the heat making my skin shiny as I leaned against the mailbox. My red tank top was cropped just below my tits, my Daisy Dukes hugged my hips, barely covering my pubes and I knew every curve was on display. I wasn’t here to play nice. My postman, Adam, had ghosted me the night before, promising a late-night visit that never happened. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

I saw his white mail truck round the corner, the engine humming as it slowed. Adam's eyes locked on me through the windshield, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face. He shook his head, like he knew he was in trouble but couldn’t help enjoying the view. I smirked, pushing off the mailbox and sauntering toward the truck as he pulled up.

“Damn, Brooke,” he said, leaning out the window, his voice low and rough. “You don’t make this easy, do you?”

I crossed my arms under my chest, pushing my boobs up. “You stood me up, Adam. I don’t like being left waiting. Care to explain?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his wedding band shining in the sunlight. “I was on my way last night, I swear. Got halfway to your place before I started thinking about my wife. I couldn’t do it. I can’t cheat on her, no matter how bad I want to.”

I stepped closer, close enough that my bare thigh brushing the edge of his open door. His eyes darted to my legs, lingering on the hem of my shorts. “Want to, huh?” I said in a sexy low voice, “Sounds like you’re fighting a losing battle.”

He groaned, shifting in his seat, and I could see the bulge forming in his pants. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, but I could see his eyes looking at my boobs and my low cut shorts. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I said leaning in closer to him, “Oh, I know. And I know you’re thinking about leaning me against this mailbox right now, married or not.” I stepped back just enough to look him in the eyes, licking my lips. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

His jaw tightened, and for a second, I thought he might break. His hand tightened on the steering wheel, like he was imagining grabbing me. But then he shook his head, forcing a laugh. “You’re gonna kill me, Brooke. I’m trying to be good here.”

“Good’s overrated,” I said, stretching my arms in the air so my shirt rises above my boobs to give him a peek of my nips to tease him. “You think your wife’s gonna care if you give me a quick fuck? I won’t tell, if you won't”

“Jesus,” he breathed, his voice strained. “You’re making this so fucking hard.”

“That’s the idea,” I shot back, glancing at the bulge in his pants. I wanted to climb into that truck and straddle him right there, feel him throb under me. But I knew I had to play this slow, he was teetering, but not broken yet.

He swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel like it was hanging on for dear life. “I gotta finish my route,” he said, but he didn’t move, didn’t look away. “You’re gonna get me fired, or worse.”

I stepped back, and winked at him and said, “Fine, go finish your job and go home to your wife, But I’m not done with you yet. Next time you pull up, I might not be so patient.” I turned, swaying my hips as I walked away knowing his eyes were glued to my ass. “And Adam,” I called over my shoulder. “I don’t care about your morals. I just want to feel your dick in me."

He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he put the truck in gear. “You’re fucking relentless,” he said, but he had this look in his eyes and I know this isn't over.

As he drove off, I leaned against the mailbox, my clit buzzing with the thrill of the chase. Adam could play the good husband all he wanted, but I’d seen the way he looked at me, the way his body reacted to me. This was a game, and I was just getting started.

And here I am again, going to make you watch me again. I jus..

And here I am again, going to make you watch me again. I just can't get enough'-)

I'm all worked up and turned on thinking about the little ru..

I'm all worked up and turned on thinking about the little run in that I had with the mailman yesterday so I just had to rub one out and make all of you watch me 😜 I hope you enjoy as much as I did 🍆💦😜 Catch you all later 💋

Half an hour ago, I was at my kitchen table, laptop open wit..

Half an hour ago, I was at my kitchen table, laptop open with blueprints for my new edition, and dressed as if I had just walked out of an OnlyFans shoot. Why? Because I was snapping pics earlier, and I didn't feel like swapping into shorts. It's my house, my rules, and the outfit had me feeling like I could sell these blueprints to NASA if they were so inclined to build a home addition instead of a rocket ship. It's somewhat common knowledge that my windows are a reality porn show set—delivery folks, neighbors, random cats, they all get a peek. Normally, I'll run to my room to change if someone knocks. But today, I was in a mood. The Doorbell rang, and instead of sprinting to the bedroom, I went straight to the door.

Who other than the US Post Office is on the other side...aka the mailman. He's younger and mildly cute but avoids me like I'm serving subpoenas. If I wave, he dodges it. Say hello, and he stares at the pavement. No chance for any of that nonsense today. I open the door. He has a package in hand, and his face goes red. He's staring at the sky, the ground, anywhere but me, but he needs my signature. He left me no choice, so I asked him, "What, not a fan of the view"? He said something about "professionalism." That made me laugh, and I told him staring is acceptable and preferred. Then I offer him a bottle of water...It's just good manners on a hot day like today.

He says no and starts backing away, but I'm already all in, so nothing I say or do is out of bounds now. So I say", "If you like what you see, come by after work, and I’ll show you more." I was sure he would run for it, I fucked with his head enough for one day, but he said, "Maybe I will." and then he promptly ran off. Here's the million-dollar question. Do you think he will show back up? Or will he continue to dodge me like he's done for several years? I don't think he has the balls to get it done. Would I fuck him? I'd suck the sperm out his balls so hard his sack would deflate and disappear....just to say I fucked the mailman. Just saying.

Did you ever want someone so bad you would just say fuck it ..

Did you ever want someone so bad you would just say fuck it and do anything it took to make them yours? My answer is yes. So much so that I have a massive clit right now. I know why. It's because of what I crave, and right now, it's this guy and his dick from LA who's got my mind spinning out of control. He sent me nudes that hit not just my clit but my mind like a lightning bolt. His body is carved perfection, and his dick is a throbbing masterpiece that makes my thighs wet just thinking about it.

I've got Shane, an amazing boyfriend, Jake is still in the picture, and my husband, Scott, who I love in a complicated way. But I know that this guy is the one. The one who could change everything. If this man rolled into Daytona, they'd all slowly fade away. I can see it. I'd sit Scott down and say, "You're done. Stay and follow my rules, or hit the road—I'm good either way." This man's dick would be my everything, Scott would be forever friend zoned and pussy free. Shane and I hope he's good with reading this, would take a backseat, and so would Jake, if this guy even let them near me. He's very sexually open, but I don't know that he would. The thing is, I've had him inside of me before, and I know what his cock can do. I picture it now, slamming into me, stretching me wide, churning my insides until I'm a gooey mess. I keep thinking about when he cums, and I know it will be a heavy flood of sperm, still steaming hot straight from his balls, pooling in my guts, covering my insides like paint. His orgasm would be my orgasm. That's how much I'm into this guy. I want to have feelings so deep that he's all I see. I want his cock to rewrite my future until Scott's just a guy I think about now and then. I dream of going out with him, his cum still dripping inside my pussy, while everyone stares at us. They wouldn't be able to help it because he's drop-dead gorgeous, and I want the world to know we're the couple. I have this deep craving for people to see him kissing my neck in public, his hands on my tits through my shirt, telling me he loves me for all to hear, and me responding proudly likewise. It's not just his dick, as much as it may sound. It's the way he makes me feel like I'm the only fucking thing that matters. It's got my clit throbbing and my mind begging for him.

So, I'm asking you. Have you ever felt this kind of heat with someone? This kind of obsession that won't let go? Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it drowned out everyone else, even someone you love? I'm not talking about a fling; I'm talking about a craving so deep it's undeniable. It's that way for me. It would become a reality if we were living in the same town. I couldn't even think of saying no to him. The entire scenario, it would be a dream cum true. This man, his cock, his love, and the way it makes Scott shrink to nothing. Combine it all, and it's a rush I can't quit, and I don't want to.

So, let me know. Ever known someone or wanted to know someone so bad you would just blow it all up to have it? Maybe it's just me... perhaps it's my pussy talking, but I would. I think it's just part of being human, so why deny it? For some reason, I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this. It's all good. It makes me feel alive in the best of ways, and if that's all it ever pans out to be, it was still worth thinking about what could have been!

Funny, it's been almost a day, and it's like I can still fee..

Funny, it's been almost a day, and it's like I can still feel Shane's dick in my ass. I went with Shane to this Irish pub to meet with three other couples. I knew them, but not super well, but I find that being on Shane's arm, letting everyone see he owns me, is a high I can't explain. Even better is telling my husband Scott, casually like it's no big deal, that I was going out with Shane, his newly appointed boss at the shop. The look on Scott's face it's a mix of defeat and powerlessness. It should make me feel sorry for putting him through this, but it drives me harder to take things further. Every time Shane beats him at work, with me, it's this sexual thrill that lights me up. Add to it, Shane gets off on Scott's humiliation, rubbing it in that he's lost me to a man half his age who now forbids him from seeing me naked. I love Shane's cocky power rule. It makes my pussy drip.

I went to Shane's place and we left directly to the pub. Shane and I were all over each other. Making out, handsy as fuck, his hands on my ass, him fondling my tits right there in front of everyone. I didn't care who saw it. I wanted them to know I'm Shane's. I was dying to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there, but made me wait. That tease just made me wetter. I did sit down with the other women for a bit, and they had questions. One asked about my porn career, and I was straight with her. I told her it was the best decision I ever made. My only regret is not starting in my 20s instead of my late 30s. Another girl asked if I could help her get into it. I told her I'd do what I could, but the game's changed, now it's all about OnlyFans and DIY hustle. Sad but true.

Then, they asked about what they wanted to know. They wondered how it felt to be there, making out with Shane, grabbing his dick, knowing everyone knew I was married to Scott but taking Shane's cock every chance I got. They wanted to see if I felt bad for Scott. If it was awkward being around people who knew I was married to Scott. I tried to explain, but I fumbled with it. It's hard to put into words. So, I went with the truth: I am addicted to humiliating Scott. It's not just that Shane's better, which he is. It's that I get off on letting Scott know he's lost me to him. Every time Shane fucks me, I can't wait to rub it in Scott's face, it's like I'm twisting the knife, and that power makes my pussy drip. I didn't say it, but I loved that everyone at that pub knew I was Shane's cum-slut, that Scott's wife was owned by his boss. There is zero guilt. I want Scott to feel small, to know he's nothing compared to Shane, and I want the world to see it. It's this massive sexual rush that keeps getting stronger. After I explained that as well as I could, I could see the shock, but with the one wife, I could see the gears turning in her head, and she caught me as we were leaving and asked if she could text me. I said sure and gave her my number. Haven't heard from her yet.

When we got back to Shane's place, it was on. He didn't waste time. He ripped my clothes off, bent me over, and upped the game. Shane fingered my asshole, slow and deep. Then he slipped the head of his fat cock right in. He didn't ask, he just fucking did it, and that power move made me his even more. Ass sex isn't always my thing. I have to be in the mood. But something about knowing it was Shane's thick cock head stretching my ass, pushing in slow, moving my guts around inside me, it flipped a switch. At first, it was tight, uncomfortable, like my ass was fighting it. But knowing it was Shane's dick in my guts...that made me crave it. I didn't just want it, I needed it deeper, needed to please him, to offer him my ass like a gift. Every inch he pushed in, stretching me wider, rearranging me, made me want him in ways I didn't know existed. His dick in my ass made me his, completely, and that feeling alone had my pussy dripping.

When Shane got balls deep, I lost it. I came so hard I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Reality disappeared, and all I knew was that his cock was filling me. I can't explain it fully, I was in a haze. Then he started really fucking my ass, and I was gone. No idea where I was or who I was. I just needed to feel his balls slap my ass with every stroke and experience that sensation as the head of his cock hit places inside me that don't get touched often. It was intense, like he was repositioning my insides via my asshole with his dick.

When Shane finally unloaded his cum deep in my guts, I had another orgasm, but this one was different. It wasn't sharp or intense—it was long and dull, like a slow, heavy wave that kept rolling through me. Strange, almost eerie, but so good I'm already obsessed with chasing it again. I can't stop thinking about it. Anyway, I'm off course here. In the end, pun intended, his slimy ball snot filled me, and I swear it felt like it was settling in like his jizz was exactly where it needed to be. It's kind of weird, but I have a strong need for his cum. Thinking that his cum is a living piece of him straight from his balls, and now it's inside of me, and a part of me drives me insane. What I do know is that I need more of those long, weird orgasms. I need to figure out how his dick triggered that. Guess I'll have to get right on that!

Here's a little edging video. I forgot to post yesterday so ..

Here's a little edging video. I forgot to post yesterday so here you go. I got a little bit distracted 😜 Hope you have a great day 💋