ImAsuPERstar
21 | F | Give me Bi SEX!
Gender
Woman
Relationship
Married and looking
Location
Dearborn, MI
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Sexuality:
Nothing Is Taboo
Favorite Porn:
Teen
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Jan 10th, 2020
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Jan 24th 2020
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Well, ok..., Here I am, but here's the thing..; I am involved in a serious relationship. One of those, where I'm supposed to have sex with just one man. That's a real problem, because I really want to be thinking about the guy who fucked me last night, as well as the guy who will be fucking me tomorrow night, just as the man who's bare cock has been pushing progressively harder, and deeper, down firmly inside my body, with every thrust, suddenly stiffens, cock swelling inside me, releases long heavy rope after rope, of his cum, packed with seed, with sperm, with his DNA, of which splashes on shot, across, and through my cervix, as I orgasm in rythmm. I crave the physical sensation, as well as the fact knowing that I'm full of this man's creamy semen, the warm, thick, pearlescent, cream, that had exploded from his throbbing cock, and into the depths of my body, the core of my womanhood.
Aroused, I feel my body call-out for something more familiar, something different, yet every bit as connected, orgasms alike, yet satisfied more completely as the proverbial itch is scratched. This is my happiness, happiness which is unavailable within the confines of my relationship.
And so, he can't know. He can't know that on occasion, when I'm so incredibly wet, something which he genuinely seems to really enjoy, is the silky mixture of my honey, which I often feel sliding down between my lips, as I meet a lover, and of course, the veritable flood of his semen, of which, the warm racing current felt so incredible, rushing into, and through, while coating a certain place within my body, as it pooled at my depths, the end of a journey which began in the pink, the pastel pink of pussy, tucked and folded, waxed smooth, dripping.
So, that's that. Those who know me, would describe me as being a nice person, a good person, a woman who, however, is almost certainly not going to make the gates of Heaven. Which is okay, the fun that I've had.
Aroused, I feel my body call-out for something more familiar, something different, yet every bit as connected, orgasms alike, yet satisfied more completely as the proverbial itch is scratched. This is my happiness, happiness which is unavailable within the confines of my relationship.
And so, he can't know. He can't know that on occasion, when I'm so incredibly wet, something which he genuinely seems to really enjoy, is the silky mixture of my honey, which I often feel sliding down between my lips, as I meet a lover, and of course, the veritable flood of his semen, of which, the warm racing current felt so incredible, rushing into, and through, while coating a certain place within my body, as it pooled at my depths, the end of a journey which began in the pink, the pastel pink of pussy, tucked and folded, waxed smooth, dripping.
So, that's that. Those who know me, would describe me as being a nice person, a good person, a woman who, however, is almost certainly not going to make the gates of Heaven. Which is okay, the fun that I've had.
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