Tonight, I’m hunting for an Anal cum dumpster. My prey tonight is some guy named Mark, 32, all tattoos and muscle. Earlier he slid into my DMs on a hookup app with a shaky “I’ve always wanted to try this.”
I can smell his curiosity a mile away, and I’m gonna fuck it right out of him.
Now I’m at this grungy bar, dressed to kill with a stripper dress that leaves little to the imagination. Finally Mark rolls up, all nervous, his dark eyes checking me out. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he mutters.
Then flashing a wicked grin, “Wait till you see what I’m gonna do to you,”. I whisper, nibbling his earlobe till he shivers.
We’re barely through one round of shots before I’m done teasing.
An Anal Cum Dumpster is Tonight’s Prey and He is Perfect
My hand’s on his crotch under the table. In feeling his dick harden through his jeans, I squeeze, hard.
“Let’s go,” I purr, dragging him out. In front of him I feel his stare. My skirt barely covers my cheeks.
When We hit my apartment five minutes later, and I’ve got him pinned against the door the second it shuts. Immediately my tongue darting into his mouth, wet and filthy, tasting whiskey and his hunger.
Quickly He groans, hands clawing at my dress yanking it up so my tits spill out, nipples stiff and pink. He sucks one, hard, teeth grazing, and I gasp, my cock throbbing, straining against the leather.
Next move I step back, peel off my dress slow, letting it drop—fishnets, no panties. Just letting my dick spring free. Of course I am rock-hard, the tip slick with precum, veins pulsing.
No surprise Mark’s eyes bug out, mouth slack, and I stroke myself, smirking. “Like what you see, baby?” He nods, practically drooling, and I push him to his knees. “Suck me,” I command, rubbing my cockhead on his lips. As I smear sticky precum across them.
Next He opens up, hesitant, then dives in, lips stretching wide around my dick. He sucks sloppy and desperate. As I moan, loud and shameless, “Fuck, yes, take it,” thrusting deeper.
Now my dick sliding down his throat till he gags, spit pouring out, dripping down his chin onto his shirt.
It’s time and I grab his head, fingers tangled in his hair, fucking his face hard. As my balls slap his jaw, wet and loud, and I feel them tighten, heavy with cum.
As He’s choking, eyes tearing up, but he’s into it. Like a good boy slurping, tongue flicking the underside, sucking so hard my knees shake.
Spit’s everywhere, stringing from his mouth to my cock when I pull out, slapping it across his cheeks, leaving wet red marks. “You love this tranny dick, don’t you?” I taunt, and he moans, “Fuck, Josie, yes,” voice wrecked.
