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)

@#forbidden fruit I shouldn't have done it. Not while my boyfriend was just downstairs, not while my phone buzzed like crazy on the nightstand. But when he pulled my panties aside and pushed inside me, slow and deep, I didn't stop him. I couldn’t. "Don’t stop," I whispered, biting his neck to hold in my sounds. The bed creaked lightly with every slow, hard thrust, but the buzzing phone got louder — my boyfriend's name flashing over and over. "Answer it," he dared, voice rough against my ear. I grabbed the phone with shaking fingers, my voice trembling. "Hey, baby," I said, forcing a fake calmness. "Yeah, I'm just... lying down." He fucked me harder the second I said those words, dragging a sharp gasp from my throat that I barely covered up as a cough. "You okay?" my boyfriend asked, suspicious. "Mhm," I whimpered softly, feeling his cock stretch me so deep it was almost unbearable. My walls squeezed him tight. I could feel him swelling inside me, hear his breathing grow ragged right against my ear. I was soaked, dripping, my body clenching and begging without shame. I covered the mouthpiece with my hand and moaned into his shoulder as he fucked me through it. He grunted once — hard — and buried himself deep, emptying inside me while my boyfriend kept talking on the other end of the line. I never hung up. I just laid there, dripping and full, still whispering sweet lies into the phone while his cum leaked down my thighs.