story time. you walk in my room, trying to ask me about some..
Added 2023-10-30 21:42:28 +0000 UTCstory time.
you walk in my room, trying to ask me about something you've seen online but as you walk in and notice me, you realize that I'm sleeping. you take a closer look to see if I'm really asleep.
then you notice that I am completely nude.
instantly you get an erection, now you're just there by my bed gazing over my body, making it harder for you to leave. you decide that you'll just play with your hardon a lil bit. a few moments go by and you can't help yourself but to give me a soft touch. trying not to wake me up.
lil did you know that a few moments ago I had woken up, I seen your hard dick all up on my face, I pretended that I was still dreaming.
I let you finish all over me, as time had passed and you stop giving a fuck.
I acted all surprised, but with excitement on my face. I asked you if that's all the cum you have for me? you replied and said " I got plenty more"
instead of getting up to clean, I started sucking your cock as it was still hard even though you just busted a huge load all over my body. I told you " I want you to cover my face"
you replied "with pleasure"
I continued to deepthroat that huge dick.
you were about to cum when I stopped sucking and said to fuck me hard before you erupt like a volcano.
you turn me around making my ass stick out, ready for your hard cock to penetrate me. as you push the tip in I give a loud moan, making you push it in deeper. as you pound my wet asspussy I'm groaning with pleasure. I can't help it and bust a huge load on the bed. you turn me around forzing me to my knees so I can suck your cock right before you explode all over my face.
after you came twice, once on my body and the second time on my face.
I told you that you can do this to me anytime you wanted. you gave me a kiss on my lips still covered in cum. said goodnight and left my room.
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