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- Drunk girl fucking the blues away – Octavia — 1 comment
Hooker phone sex is the name of the story. That was my job for some time before I started college in 2015 at eighteen. My alias was Cookie, and I used it on jobs with Johns. One night, I had a hot date with a john named Sonny L. To describe Sonny, he was tall, dark, handsome, and a big spender who wanted to spend all night with me. It was mid-August, and the weather was cool in the night air. and my mini dress was riding up on my skin hard. I was initially nervous, waiting in the Hilton hotel, twirling my hair. It was 7:01 p.m., one minute late. Just as I was about to leave, I saw him. He had a set of sunglasses on and a nice suit, hmmm!! I may stay after all. As he walked through the door, I saw his swagger was on point he could’ve bought me drinks all night, but we had to get down to business. first, we would go to the hotel room and get acquired, and then he would pay before we played, and then he could shower because we had all night to play. As 12 am rolled around, we were laying in bed, and tempting fate, I was laying there looking into his eyes, and he was licking my ass clean that was one of his fetishes. As he finished, he grabbed my legs and started to lap at my pussy slowly, just like I liked it. He did it well, even following instructions to a T, and after he was done, we lay there and smoked some herb, and he was fingering my pussy which was still wet and soaking his fingers ooooh yes baby right there!
Looking down at my cum dripping black phone sex pussy, I’m left with fascination. Playing in it seems to spread it, dripping onto the floor and smearing the couch. Watching it flow, I’m caught with memories of the rough fucking that put it there. He went multiple times, spread my pussy thin and ground my ridges softer than they have any right to be. My cunt is meant for fucking but that was too much, that left me barely lucid and with a sparkling lack of desire. I’m left unsure if I want to breathe, get a drink, or just continue staring at the overflowing mess he left me with. He was a one man orgy, I’m not really sure how he pulled it off, but I’m left completely satisfied in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before. I want more, but I don’t need it. I want to get on the black teen phone sex phones, and wait for another stud to dial me up for pleasure alone. My fingers explore what he left of me, my wet insides meeting me happily and wholly. I’m so wide right now, there’s no difficulty. The sheer volume I’ve been treated to is absurd, and keeps me nice and stretched. It’s quickly leaving, but I can still feel where it left its mark. My womb is eating it all up, and a part of me is very fearful of what that could mean, but I calm down quickly and reenter my after-glow haze. There’s something amazing to be said about a wrecked pussy making a mess of the place, dribbling a hot mess for another man to play in if he so chooses. I didn’t think on it much longer, too preoccupied with what to do next. I decided, maybe go take a shower? Someone could join me in there, do my ass and cum on my cheeks. Paint this creampie slut white only for the water to wash it all away down the drain.