P20. Man, it’s been ages since I’ve had a girl, and the urge to fuck is so damn intense I could climb the damn walls. One night, I was dragging my ass home late from work when I spotted a stunning chick near the subway, lugging a suitcase. I could hear her sniffling, sounding like she was on the verge of breaking down. Figured I’d play the hero and see if she needed a hand. She introduced herself as Alina, spilling her guts about how her bastard boyfriend kicked her out with nowhere to crash. No cash for a hotel, and too ashamed to call family at that hour. So, I offered her a spot at my place, secretly hoping she’d repay the favor with a sloppy blowjob or a wild ride.

Once we got to my pad, I suggested a drink to loosen her up—poured some booze to ease the tension. After a few shots, the alcohol hit hard, and I was burning with raw, feral desire for her. After downing about 100 grams of cognac, Alina could barely stand, wobbling like a damn newborn deer. She mumbled for help getting undressed, and fuck, I got so carried away I didn’t even realize I’d stripped her bare. There she was, lying still as a corpse, while I, hornier than a beast, couldn’t keep my hands off her tits.

Seeing my chance, I climbed on top of her, rubbing my cock against her pussy, the heat driving me fucking insane. I was dying to shove it in her mouth—especially with that huge mirror nearby. I’m a sick bastard who gets off on watching every filthy detail. So, I slid my dick between her lips, gripping her head and moving it back and forth… pure, twisted ecstasy. But then, I glanced in the mirror, and holy shit, a wave of icy dread washed over me. My hard-on vanished in a split second because of what I saw staring back… to be continued.

#hornyashell #darkdesires #twistednight #taboothrills

D19.
Damn, talk about a brutal slap in the face—I heard straight from my boyfriend’s mouth, “Fucking you is boring as hell.”
Two and a half fuckin’ years with this guy, everything seemed like a damn fairy tale. I gave him my virginity, poured out endless love, care, and support, and what do I get? A big fat middle finger. Turns out, the last month he’s been screwing around with some other chick, and then he drops the bomb—he wants to “switch things up” because banging just me has become a snooze fest.

#heartbreak #cheating #brutal #fuckery

Double-Teamed in the College Bathroom 😈

First year of college, and I’m a hot mess.
It’s been a month since I ditched my sorry excuse of a boyfriend, and I’m absolutely ravenous for some action. I stormed into the new academic year like a feral beast, and on day one, I let a smoking-hot senior pin me down in the grimy bathroom stalls. All it took was a sly wink, and boom—he’s pounding me instead of cramming for calculus. Did it quench my thirst? Hell no. My body was screaming for more, dripping with need. I spent the whole damn night touching myself, desperate for relief.
Next day, mid-lecture, my phone buzzes with a text: “Meet me there. 🍆”
Fuck yes, it’s him. I mumbled some bullshit excuse to the prof and bolted. He’s waiting for me, smirking like the devil himself. I’m practically sprinting, my mind racing with images of riding him raw.
He yanks up my skirt, grabs my ass with a grip that could bruise, and starts railing me from behind. I’m on the edge, ready to explode from his relentless thrusts, when the door creaks open. My ex walks in, eyes wide, and…
Wanna know what happens next? Keep reading, you filthy animal.

#collegehookup #steamyencounter #nsfw #wildtimes