It’s not just guys who get to ejaculate on someone’s face and drench them with cum, girls can do it too. I’m a squirter and so are my friends. If I rub my pussy in the right way, I can gush cum like a fountain. That’s why Donnie paid me and my friends to spend a night with him. He didn’t even want us to fuck him, he just wanted to throw some tarps on on the floor and let us cum all over him. He laid on the floor while me and 4 of my best slut friends stroked our pussies until we were cumming and squirting all over him. We covered his whole body in our sweet sticky girl cum until he was so soaked it looked like he had been swimming!
Category: Extreme phone sex
The fisting whore on the block
I think my whole neighborhood knows what a dirty cum slut I am. I have been known to fuck all the boys here. I have not only had the boys I have had their dads too and their uncles and everything in between. You can say I am a certified whore. I love being a slut and will never deny that. Whenever I get a new guy to fuck they are always surprised at how well I can take their cock. I ride it till the cum explodes and then I start showing them my secret moves. My asshole and pussy being fisted. Now the whole town knows about my slutty ways, and I can’t say I am mad. I have been fucked everywhere.
Trashy MILF 4 Minutes in Heaven
I love being a trashy milf. It is liberating. Fucking is something the world needs more of, don’t you agree? Sometimes a fuck happens in unexpected places. When you don’t expect to fuck and you end up getting lucky, those are the best fucks. I had to go by my youngest daughter’s school yesterday to drop off her vaccination records. As I was walking down the school halls, young boys and teachers alike were turning their heads so fast, I thought they might get whiplash. I got a few whistles too. I know I was on school grounds and that it was risky to fuck anyone there, but all that attention went straight to my wet pussy. How could I just ignore them all? I pulled one lucky boy into a janitor’s closet. I was sure he could come up with an excuse for being late to his third period class. How often does a young boy become a man in a janitor’s closet? Clearly, taking care of my sloppy wet pussy was more of a priority than civics class. I undid his pants, yanked on his dick until it grew several times bigger. I knew from the pre-cum dripping from his swollen dick head he wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t care. I was down for seven minutes in heaven. It ended up more like 4 minutes in heaven. The boy pumped fast in my pussy and nutted. He was so cute. He said, “Thank you ma’am,” then rushed to his class. I didn’t fuck him because of his cock size. I fucked him because I was horny, and I love a taboo fuck. I likely won’t remember him in a couple months, but he will always remember the trailer trash whore he banged in the janitor’s closet of his school. Wouldn’t you remember that?
Almost Didn’t Make It
Some son of a bitch who I thought was safe, because I have been picked up by him before really fucked me up badly. He picked me up as he had every Tuesday night for the last four weeks. He was happy, and we just bullshitted because he mostly just wanted someone to talk to. This night however was very different. His happy faded rather quickly and he started to raise his voice as he was talking about an eviction notice that he found on his door after work today. His ex-wife’s father owns the building that he lives in, and I guess he wanted him out for no other reason then spitefulness. Red flags started to pop up left and right in my brain. I reached into my bag for my weapon and it wasn’t there! Someone must of snatched it at the diner earlier.
I was in a fuck load of trouble, and I knew it. My brain was racing trying to figure out what to do when he slammed on his breaks, got out of the car, came to the passenger side, whipped open my door and dragged me out by my hair. I was screaming and fighting, he tossed me to the ground, I scrambled to get up, but he put his foot in the small of my back and I couldn’t move. He out weighed me by a lot. I was clutching at the dirt, trying to gain a hold on anything I could, I broke several of my nails.
He got on the ground, grabbed my legs and flipped me over. He was ranting and calling me some other woman’s name. I knew that this was going to be so very bad. He slapped me hard across the face, I was stunned for a few seconds. He was between my legs now, cutting at my stockings with a knife. I thought, “This is it Luna, this is how it is all going to end, with you left dead in a dirty vacant lot.” He shoved his dick inside of me. I started to push at him, screaming my name, he just kept on ranting, then he put his hands on my throat.
I could feel the burn in my chest, he had cut off all air. Slowly I saw what looked like a mist take over my sight, I was losing consciousness Then all of a sudden I could breath. I coughed, and gasped for air. I sat up, but then laid back down, I was dizzy. He was sitting on the ground next to me, crying. I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t, my throat hurt. I got up, stood behind him, he was saying he was sorry, that he didn’t mean it. I kicked that motherfucker hard, in the back of his head, he fell over to one side. I kept kicking him and kicking him. I was now out of breath. I grabbed his pants, and took the keys out of his pocket, ran to his car, and took off.
Did I go to the police? No. Did I go to the hospital? No. Why? Because it was actually partly my fault. I put myself into a situation where there is always a risk of this happening. Am I traumatized by it? Fuck no. Shit happens. Will that asshole get what’s coming to him? Absolutely! Before I took off from the scene I took all the money he had from his wallet, which was a couple thousand, so for about ten minutes of being abused, I made out pretty well.
No Taboo Phone Sex Means No Limits Ever
No taboo phone sex means you are talking to a slut with no limits. Let me give you an idea of just how no limits I am. I was at the mall doing some shopping the other day when I noticed a group of school age girls. They looked too young to be unsupervised, but I saw no parent in sight. I decided to inquire about their adult supervision. I played it low key like I was a concerned parent in case a parent was nearby who I missed. One of the girls said her mother was running late to pick them up. She was older than the rest. Maybe she was a big sister or a young teen babysitter. Such cute angels she had with her. I wanted to take them all home with me. I knew my husband would love their super young bald pussies. Hell, my sons and daughters would too. I settled for one angel. She was the youngest in the group. She had to pee. She was holding her crotch and doing a pee pee dance that many girls her age do. I told the girls they had nothing to worry about because I was a mommy too. That line always works because little ones rarely have stranger danger around other moms, even when they don’t know them. I took the young girl to the bathroom and cleaned her up. I may have used my tongue to clean up her pussy. I may have dipped a finger in her bald slit and tight ass too. Those kinds of details I have to save for our dirty phone sex call, however. I got that angel back to her herd just as the mother showed up. Obviously, if I will molest a young girl in a mall bathroom, I have no limits.