Someone who has Creampie sex stories like myself has been around the block a lot. I used to be one of those very conservatively sexually repressed good girls. Then I learned being bad is so much more fun. As I get older and become more into myself, I find that I need material for my sex calls, and that encourages me to go out and seek naughty men to stimulate my creativity.
Last weekend was an exploration journey at my local adult bookstore. This is my go-to spot to get quick cock. It was a full moon or something because the store was swarmed with hungry squirrels just trying to get a nut. There is a specific type of energy that’s a buzz when masses of men are horny. It feels almost like you could pop it with a pin. But I devour it. I always like a specific stall down the line of booths. There are a couple of guys who honor me by making sure my spot is ready. They always put down a towel on the floor and make sure there isn’t any crusty cum on the whole. These are my loyal loves; some will fuck me first, others will watch me get sucked and fucked, and then will have their turns.
Saturday was lit with wild cocks I’ve never met. When I dropped to my knees and removed my trench coat, a line to the accompanying booth almost went clear to the main section. I stayed on my knees all night until the buzz of horniness died in the universe, and there wasn’t a tight set of balls. Nothing is better than cum butter.