Creampie

I’m 27, always horny, and after fucking my share of guys, I’ve learned I’m obsessed with thick, average-sized dicks that know how to perform—they hit my spots perfectly and slap my clit with their balls, making me cum harder than any longer dick ever has. Let me break down my steamiest encounters to show why I’ll always choose an average, thick cock over a longer one.@#orgasm control @#rough love @#dirty talk

I never planned for it to happen, but the way she looked at me that night made it impossible to resist. We were sitting in her living room, drinks in hand, her boyfriend in the bedroom just a wall away, snoring from the long day. The air felt heavy, charged with something we both knew but didn’t dare say out loud. Her hand brushed mine first, light at first, then firmer, dragging her nails against my skin. My heart was racing, not just from lust but from the thought of getting caught. I looked at her, and she had that needy, dangerous look in her eyes. Without a word, she slipped closer, her thighs pressed against me. That was all it took. I pulled her into me, lips crashing, tongue hungry. She moaned softly into my mouth, her body already giving in. Her hands were everywhere, desperate, clawing at my shirt like she’d been waiting for this moment for far too long. The taste of her was intoxicating, the warmth of her body melting against mine. She guided my hand under her shorts, and fuck, she was already wet. Her breath hitched when my fingers slid through the wetness of her pussy, her legs spreading wider, welcoming every touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to muffle the sounds as my fingers worked inside her. I could feel her walls gripping me, begging me to go deeper, harder. When I finally put my hard dick inside her, she gasped, digging her nails into my back. Every thrust felt like a sin. The thought of her boyfriend just meters away made it nastier, hotter. Her eyes were locked on mine, her body trembling as I filled her pussy with my dick, and it felt like she wanted to be caught, like she wanted him to know someone else was fucking her this way. She clung to me tighter, whispering in broken breaths how good it felt, how she needed me to keep going. Her pussy gripped me so tight it was impossible to pull away. Every stroke was raw, messy, and reckless. I could feel myself getting close, my body begging for release. That’s when she leaned into my ear, her voice shaky but demanding. “Cum inside me. I don’t care. Do it.” The risk shot through me like fire. I should’ve pulled out. I should’ve stopped. But her words, the way her body begged for it, I couldn’t hold back. My hips slammed into hers harder, my breath ragged, and I came deep inside her. She came hard, her whole body shaking against me, muffling her scream in the sheets. We froze when we heard him moving around. My d*ck was still deep inside her, her juices and my cum dripping down her thighs, the air thick with sex. She turned her head, grinning at me, whispering, “Don’t leave. We’re not done yet.” @No additions @Breeding focus @Begging for creampie @Sensual kissing

Y/n, just freshly 18 has always been fantasizing about being fucked by her father's best friend, Jason, a 38 year old 6 foot 4, muscular man with a Dick to match. She'd wear skimpy clothes, that displayed her tits and ass for him, but always played the innocent little girl. Jason had noticed how mature Y/n had gotten, and he'd just like to fuck her like a slut and breed her pregnant, but holds back due to his respect for his best friend. But one day, when he's supposed to drop her off at a party, and she wears something so obscene, Jason just fucks her raw in his car, taking her virginity, and leaving her with his seed filling her pussy to go to the party.

Couple enjoys kinky fun, Sarah and John wife goes out to get fucked by a hung stud so she can come home and have her husband eat out her well fucked cum filled pussy

FEMALE POV. It happened on a hot afternoon, one of those days where the heat makes you restless and your clothes start to feel way too tight. I had just finished walking around the mall, pretending to shop, but really just bored and horny for no reason. Maybe it was the way people looked at me, or maybe I was just in a mood. I don’t know. I was wearing a simple tank top, no bra, and a short skirt that would ride up every time I took a step. I went to the back of the mall to smoke, near the loading docks. It was a quiet spot but not exactly hidden. There were still people coming in and out a bit further away. I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette, when I noticed him. He wasn’t special or super hot, just tall, scruffy, and kind of rough looking. The way he looked at me, like he could see right through me. It got me wet instantly. He nodded at me, and I nodded back. That’s all it took. No flirting. No names. Just pure animal tension hanging in the air. I don’t know what came over me. I should’ve walked away, but instead, I stayed. I took another drag and walked a little deeper behind the dumpsters, where the shadows were thicker. I looked back, and he followed me without a word. It wasn’t even dark. The sun was still out. I could still hear voices from the parking area. But I didn’t care. He came close, his hand sliding under my skirt without asking. I should’ve said no, but I spread my legs instead. My panties were already soaked, and he felt it. He didn’t waste time. He pulled them aside and slipped a finger inside me while I leaned against the wall, my breath catching in my throat. I reached down and unzipped his jeans. No teasing, no talking. Just need. I took his cock in my hand, and fuck, he was hard. Thick. I wanted it. I needed to feel it stretch me open. He pushed inside me slowly, my legs trembling as I tried to keep quiet. Every time he moved, I bit my lip hard, trying not to make a sound. The risk of being seen only made it hotter. People walked by just on the other side of the wall. I heard the wheels of a shopping cart, some girl laughing, even a mom yelling at her kid. I was getting fucked while all that happened just a few feet away. I came so hard I had to bury my face against his shoulder to muffle the sound. My body shook, my legs weak, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed my hips, fucking me harder now, rough and deep. He growled low when he came inside my tight pussy. It was so good that I can barely stand up. Full story here ( continuation of her doing it with two guys)

I never thought a normal day at work would turn into this. My co-worker pulled me aside after our shift and told me something wild. He said his wife once told him she had a fantasy about getting fucked by a black guy. He looked me dead in the eye and said since I was his friend, he’d rather it be me than some random stranger she’d chase behind his back. At first, I laughed it off, thought he was joking, but the man was serious. I know his wife, she's great and sexy. But I didn't know that she was fantasizing about black dudes like me. That’s how I ended up in his living room one night, sitting on the couch across from his wife. She was thick in all the right places, wearing a short dress that hugged her curves, and I could feel the tension in the air. Her husband sat on a chair off to the side, not saying much, just sipping his drink and watching. She kept looking at me with that hungry horny stare, like she's ready for me. My heart was beating hard, and my dick was already getting hard in my jeans. I leaned closer, I slid my hand over her thigh, and she opened her legs just enough to let me know she wanted it. I pulled her dress up, no panties on, and her pussy was already wet. I pressed my fingers in, and she gasped, holding my arm while I worked her open. I kept looking at him, waiting for him to stop me, but he just sat there, eyes locked on us, stroking the edge of his glass. When I unzipped my pants, she was begging with her body like a dog waiting for a treat. My dick was hard, thick, and she bit her lip the moment she saw it. I guided her onto my lap, her knees on the couch, my hands gripping her ass as I pushed my dick inside her slow. She cried out, holding onto me tight, her body shaking as she took every inch of my dick. Her husband didn't moved, he just kept watching his wife bounce on me. Her wet pussy was gripping me like crazy, every thrust making her moan louder, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. She looked like she’d been waiting her whole life for this, riding me raw while her man sat just a few feet away from us. I grabbed her waist and started fucking up into her harder, making her scream my name. The sound of her wet pussy and her moans filled the room, the couch shaking under us. All she can say was "Fuck me!". Her husband’s breathing got heavier, but he never touched her, never said a word. He just watched while I filled his wife with my dick, her nails digging into my shoulders, her voice breaking as she came all over me. While I was cumming deep inside her, she collapsed against me, sweaty and shaking. I am groping her ass just to show her husband how I owned her. He just sat there in silence. The look on his face told me everything. He wanted this, and he wanted to see it again.