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So, I’m sittin’ pretty in my room, minding my own business, when all of a sudden Daddy goes rogue. He’s like a fuckin’ wild animal, snatching my panties and going to town on my fuckin’ pussy. And you bet your ass he knows what’s up—the perverted old man’s been jerking off outside my door like a fuckin’ creep.
But shit, it’s hot as hell. His tongue’s like a fuckin’ lightning bolt, sending shocks through my snatch. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but the moans are escapin’ my lips anyway. And when he sucks my clit, I motherfuckin’ lose it, squirtin’ all over his face like a fuckin’ fountain.
The phone dude’s voice is still buzzin’ in my ear, tellin’ me to be a good little slut for Daddy. And you know what? I fuckin’ love it. I’m grindin’ my clit against that wicked tongue, thrustin’ my hips like a wild one. And when I beg Daddy for his big fuckin’ cock, he don’t hold back.
That fat motherfucker slides into my tight cunnie, and it feels oh so fuckin’ good. He pounds me like there’s no tomorrow, and I’m lovin’ every fuckin’ second. My whole body’s tinglin’—fuck, I’m cummmin’ again!
But Daddy ain’t done yet. He’s got a relentless hunger for my fuck holes, and he’s gonna milk ’em dry. So, you pervs better get ready, ’cause this teen whore needs her dripping cunt filled an stretched.
Being a cheerleader has its perks, especially when your skirt provides easy access for a quickie. And believe me, I put those perks to good use.
My math teacher, Mr. Johnson—yum!—had this thing for me. I knew it, and I used it to my advantage. Needing some extra credit, I offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse.
Let’s just say the school hallway became my personal fuck pad.
Pushing me against the locker, he lifted my skirt, revealing my soaking panties. His hungry hands teased my thighs, and his rough breath tickled my neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Briona”I giggled, grasping his cock—my favorite study buddy. Thrusting his thick member into my hungry mouth, he groaned with delight. I sucked and stroked, tasting his urgency.
But the real fun began in the classroom.
He bent me over the desk, my cheerleading uniform askew. Mr. Johnson pounded my pussy from behind, his powerful hands keeping me in place. The desk drew accolades of my previous lovers—a fitting stage for my dirty deeds.He called me his good girl as I moaned in ecstasy. And when he unleashed his load, I felt it deep inside me, a creamy bonus to my extra credit.
But the day’s lesson wasn’t over.
I turned around, wiping the cum from my chin. He smiled, his eyes Glossed with desire, and said, “Now, class is in session, Miss Briona.”He taught me how to take his cock like a champ, and I showed him how a cheerleader could squirm and moan like a true slut.
That day, I aced my test, earning myself an A in sexting—I mean, math—and a throbbing pussy well serviced.
The old dude thought he could resist me, but he was dead wrong. I had my eyes on him, that Lusty muthafucka, and there was no way he was getting away.
I invited him over, played it all sweet and innocent. But behind those doe eyes lived a true devil.Once he was in, I pounced. Well, more like I seductively unwound his tie and slid his pants off. But the message was clear: I wanted his dick.He wasn’t exactly innocent either. The dirty old man had plans of his own. Grabbed me by the throat, pushed me against the wall, and slammed his meat into me.
I loved it. The pain, the rush, the sheer fucking animalistic way he took me. It was primeval, nasty, and so goddamn good.I let him have his way. Thrust after thrust, he pounded me into submission. But hey, when you’re a whore like me, there’s no such thing as enough.So I took things up a notch. Let out a few choice words—”Fuck this little whores Cunt—and watched his eyes nearly pop out his head. Told him how I’d make him my little bitch, and the game changed.He was putty in my hands, and the rougher I talked, the harder he pounded. I came like a fountain, soaking the both of us, but he didn’t give a damn.
We left a mess, the neighbors probably heard us, but who gives a shit, right?
Such a memorable fuck. Daddy couldn’t handle me, and that’s the truth.
I’m soaked just thinking about it: me, on my knees, mouth working overtime, sucking this guy off. He had me against the wall, my legs spread, tongue deep in my soaking cunt. Yeah, I know I’m a filthy whore, but I love it.
He roughly handled my body, pinching my nipples, making me moan around the cock head-banging my face. I couldn’t get enough of his disgusting taste. The way he manhandled me, it was like a dream—a wet, sticky, depraved dream.
My pussy was on fire, dripping down my thighs. I craved his touch, his tongue, his thick cock pounding me. He didn’t hold back, ramming his tongue deeper, making me squirm. I wanted to milk him, drain him dry.
I sucked and sucked, tasting his desperation. The guy was a wild animal, and I loved being his prey. When he came, it was like a deluge, a torrent of hot, thick cum that I savored and swallowed.
I’m still horny as hell thinking about it. Maybe I’ll find some lucky bastard to wear me out tonight. Yeah, I’m a whore like that.