In honor of Aaron Rodgers’ stint on Jeopardy and the kink he inspired. Maybe I’ll write more sometime. They have a ritual on the weekends. It starts the moment she steps inside his home and sheds her coat and heels. Her whole personality changes as she sheds her white blouse, peeling away the stress. Then …
Simple rules. They could fuck her however they wanted, but no cum in her cunt. Laid out on the table, she watched them approach. Single file, their breathing loud as they sank into her body, and louder still as they sprayed cum on her belly. “More,” she beckoned. One man picked her up and slid …
“Sit. I’ve got some things I need to work out.” She pushed him down into the chair and crawled into his lap, her hands going to his belt. He’d barely caught his breath and she had his dick out. “Lo-“ Her mouth was pressed against his. Teeth nipped his lower lip then her tongue was …
His fingers slip inside my cunt, spearing me and then spreading apart inside. He scissors those thick digits, thrusts them a little deeper, and makes my breath catch on a gasp. “More.” More. He makes me beg, his other hand pressing down on my stomach to hold me still as he curls inside me. Unintelligent …
He makes me watch in the mirror as he fucks me. His hand a tight first in my hair and his eyes staring into mine. I can hear everything, feel everything, see everything as he holds me still and fucks me with deep thrusts. “Can’t you see how drunk you look?” He shakes my head …
This girl. This girl is the one who wants that. Her moan floated to his ears as his hips slapped into her ass. Every attempt to wiggle away was stopped by the mattress and his weight pressing her down. He fisted her hair, holding her tight as he shoved his cock deeper. The way her …
I’m on my knees and lean back as the sound of his hand moving grows more lewd. Fwap. Fwap. FwapFwapFwap He groans, leaning over me as his eyes squeeze shut. He’s so close. Purple head peeking from his tight grip, balls drawing up, and his breath hitching as he races to completion. Mine hitches too …
Out. Of. Practice. I’ve been avoiding writing and it’s not been great for me. 😣 Hands held her hips, hard fingers gripped her jaw. She had no time to think before a cock was splitting her cunt wide. Her moan was cut off by the cock sliding over her tongue. She rocked between them, wiggling …
Well this is it for January. I didn’t manage to write everyday, but I did write. A few 100 stories surfaced and they weren’t half bad. I’m honestly just happy I was able to put pen to page (or fingers to keyboard?) and produce something. For now, the end result is I don’t feel so …