I tried a BBC the night before my wedding

Female POV. I met a BBC the night before my wedding… and let him walk me to my room Okay. So. Night before the wedding. Everyone else is already asleep. Bridesmaids passed out in their room. I couldn’t sleep. My chest felt tight. Head buzzing. Like I was supposed to feel excited but I just felt weirdly... alone. So I threw on my hoodie. No bra, no underwear, just shorts. Went downstairs to the hotel bar. I wasn’t planning to stay long. Just get a drink, chill out, breathe. Then I saw him. He was tall. Black. Sitting alone with a drink and that quiet kind of confidence. Not trying to show off. Just calm. He looked up at me once and gave this tiny nod, and something about it made me stop. I sat a few seats away. Somehow we started talking. Nothing flirty at first. Just easy. Like we’d known each other for longer than five minutes. Then he asked why I was in town. I told him I was getting married in the morning. He raised his eyebrows and said, “So this is your last night being single?” I laughed. “Yeah. I guess it is.” He just smiled. Didn’t push. Didn’t say anything else. But I felt it. That shift in the air. That little spark that made everything start to feel heavier. And I should’ve ended it right there. I should’ve said goodnight and walked away. But I didn’t. Instead I told him I should head back up, and when he offered to walk me, I said yes. Just like that. In the elevator I was completely silent. My heart was racing. And I kept thinking, this is a bad idea. You’re about to marry someone tomorrow. What are you doing. But then another thought hit me. One I didn’t want to admit, even to myself. You’ve never been with a Black man before. You’ve thought about it. You’re curious. And you want to know. And just like that, the guilt twisted with the want. When we got to my door, I turned to say goodnight. But I didn’t open it. And he didn’t leave. He just stood there, watching me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. I took a breath. Quiet. Nervous. Then I said, “You wanna come in for a sec?” He didn’t even answer. Just stepped inside. I let the door close behind him. I leaned back against it. My heart was pounding. He came closer. Slow. Focused. Eyes on mine like he was reading me. So I took off the hoodie. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He looked at me for a second. No words. Just heat in his eyes. Then he dropped to his knees. His hands wrapped around my thighs. His mouth got close. My head was spinning. And just when his tongue touched me— @Post-orgasm creampie continuation

His cock rubbed on my ass and I got wet thinking about it

Female POV. I dont know how the fuck it happened. But let me tell you what happened. I am Janet. Female and 28 years old. It happened so fast, but I can’t get it out of my head. I was at the copier, bent over trying to unjam a stuck paper, when Daniel—quiet, polite Daniel—walked by behind me. Or tried to. I guess the space was tighter than he expected. That’s when I felt it. His cock, not even fully pressed, but there, just brushing up against my ass. He muttered a quick, flustered “Sorry,” and kept walking like nothing happened. But I froze. My body didn’t. I stood there for a few seconds pretending to fix the paper, but my thighs squeezed together. My skin felt hot. My brain kept replaying that brief moment over and over. Back at my desk, I couldn’t concentrate. My chair suddenly felt too warm, and my fingers hovered over my keyboard without typing anything. I kept glancing over to where Daniel was sitting, acting normal. But I wasn’t. My panties were fucking wet. I kept shifting in my seat, my legs crossing tighter, then opening again. Every brush of my thighs reminded me of that contact. It wasn’t even anything. Just a moment. But now I wanted more. I saw daniel walking and I can see his fat cock in his pants bulging. I got so horny and I just started putting my hand inside my pants and started playing my pussy until I cum.

I let my neighbor creampie me while my husband is sleeping

I let my neighbor creampie me while my husband is sleeping. After my husband and I had sex, i was not satiasfied. that's when I remember our neighbor who has a nice body and a big dick. I quickly called him on the phone pretending that there is an emergency but I only want him to straighly go in our house. after he arrived, he asked what happened. I said there is a leakage, he asked where, I said down here in my pussy, it needs to be patched up by your dick I said. he was confused at first, then I told him I need a man who can satisfy me because my husband cant even last 2 minutes when we are fucking. I grabbed his hand and told him to feel how wet my pussy is, he was shocked but I continue to guide his hands in my underwear so he can feel how wet my pussy is. I t0ld him that we should go in the bathroom to not be caught. we then started fucking wildly, he ate my pussy first and then continued to fuck me like his bitch. He creampied my pussy @Avoid common AI words/phrases

I Thought He Was My Husband

@#forbidden fruit@#oral fixation I thought it's my husband who is fucking me from behind, but then I turn around because I notice that his dick is bigger than usual, then I saw my neighbor fucking my wet pussy. I asked him why is he fucking me, He said he didn't want to lose the opportunity to fuck me. He saw me bending over in window and he sneaked in our house and puts his dick inside me. I didn't stop him because it was too good@#oral fixation

Fucking My Neighbor

My neighbor Cathy and I are fucking when her husband is gone because he could not satisfy her needs and he has a small cock. #cheating

I was drying off naked when I saw him staring through the mirror

I was drying off naked when I saw him staring through the mirror I didn’t hear the door open. I thought I’d locked it, or maybe it just didn’t latch all the way. I had just stepped out of the shower, steam still clinging to my skin, the bathroom warm and quiet. I wrapped my towel around my hair and bent forward, patting my thighs and calves dry first. I always do that before anything else — just habit. I stood back up and faced the mirror, letting the towel fall for a second so I could dry under my arms. That’s when I saw him. In the reflection. Frozen, standing just inside the doorway. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I didn’t even hear his footsteps. Our eyes met for a split second in the mirror, and I swear I saw his mouth part like he wanted to say something — but didn’t. He just stared, wide-eyed, as his gaze dropped down over my back, my ass, everything. I should’ve screamed or told him to get out… but I didn’t. I just stood there, naked, heart racing. And then I turned slightly, just enough so he could see the side of my breast, maybe a bit more. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe I wanted to see what he’d do next. He didn’t leave.