when I spotted him at the bar his eyes were glued to my huge tits bouncing in my low-cut top, and I knew I had him. I sauntered over, my hips swaying, and whispered in his ear, “You wanna fuck this slut, big boy?”
He grinned, grabbing my ass and pulling me onto his lap. “I wanna fuck this whore until she’s leaking cum from every hole,” he growled, his hands groping my body roughly.
I led him to the back room, dropping to my knees and unzipping his pants. His big cock sprang free, and I wasted no time wrapping my lips around it, sucking hard and deep. He fisted my hair, fucking my face with abandon.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” he panted, pulling me off his dick. “Now bend over and show me that fat ass.”
I did as I was told, hitching up my skirt and exposing my wet pussy and tight asshole. He spit on my holes, getting them nice and slick before slamming his cock into my cunt. I screamed in pleasure, my pussy clenching around him.
He fucked me hard, his hips smacking against my ass, his balls slapping against my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, my body shaking with need. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, flooding my cunt with his hot seed.
But he wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled out, flipping me over, and shoved his cock into my ass. I howled in pain and pleasure as he stretched me out, pounding my tight hole. He fucked my ass until he came again, this time filling my guts with his cum.
In the aftermath, we collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap. I lay there, completely used and satisfied, my holes dripping with his spunk. “You’re such a filthy little gutter slut,” he purred, his fingers playing with my cum-filled asshole. “I’m gonna make you my personal fucktoy.”
I moaned in agreement, already eager for our next session. Because with a man like him, a true sexual beast, the possibilities for depravity were endless.
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