Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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Everyone keeps a little secret from their significant other from time to time, right? What is they are the desire to live a bisexual life? Should they tell her or him? Living a sexless life at any age can make the mind wander from time to time. The wife is the old term they used, frigid. She closed that refrigerator door long ago and padlocked it. So, what is a man to do?

SPOIL GYSPY

Porn and phone sex have become a lifesaver, but there is still something inside stirring. The need for a cock. At first it was curiosity, and then a craving. Now though, nothing will satisfy this need other than a big dick. This is where fantasy comes to play. Late at night when he sits in the basement watching porn, the daydreaming comes in.

Another night of nothing. I swear that bitch knows what she’s doing. Walking from the shower to the bed naked is cruel. She’s still a good-looking woman with a nice body but refuses to allow me even a touch. God forbid I suggested sex. Now, I tell her goodnight and retreat to the one place where I don’t have to fake my bisexual desires. The basement. My mancave became the only place I can enjoy my own sexuality without her calling me a pervert or shutting me down. She is the reason I call niteflirt girls.

Scanning through different ads, I came across one that caught my eye. M4M discrete relationship for sexual fun. What the hell? I called it and after talking and exchanging a photo of our cocks, I invited him over. I made sure to tell him to enter through the basement door. It was risky, but one I was willing to take. My own cock was rock hard and leaking even before he arrived.

A small knock on the door brought me back to reality, and I was shocked when I opened it. This man didn’t look the type, but then again, neither do I. Both of us in a sexless relationship, this would be perfect. He was about 6ft, dark hair, fit, and I could already see the outline of his cock in his pants. I was salivating for a taste but needed to be respectful. I do remember one thing from the call. He’s very alpha and would take the lead in our bisexual relationship. I’m good with that since it’s my first time.

This man, I will call him David, walked in with one thing on his mind. This he needed to get off, and I would be the one who did that. No small talk or chit chat, playing at home is dangerous, so we arranged that we would get right to the point. He wanted his cock sucked, and I always had the desire to swallow another man’s cum. No sooner was the door closed then I dropped to my knees, tugged his zipper down, and almost choked at the size. The picture didn’t do him justice at all. An 8 inch, thick, cut cock right there in my face waiting for me to make cum.

First, I stroked him, but knew that would never be enough. He could do that at home. Leaning in, the tip of my tongue rimmed the head, saliva already pouring down my chin.

“Suck my fucking dick,” David demanded.

Placing his hand on the back of my head, David fed me that dick. At first, I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat, and then, I swallowed. Fuck, this wasn’t gross or hard at all. My mouth sliding down his pole like I had sucked dick all my life. Gulping and swallowing, my tongue worshipped that dick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I knew when he fed me the real stuff, I would get addicted quick. Working my hand to my zipper, I pulled my cock out, stroking. My wife never made me as hard as I am right now.

“Be a good faggot and make me cum,” David laughed.

God, was I a faggot, or was this a bisexual dream? At that point I didn’t care. David fucked my mouth, and I pumped my dick. The moment I felt the swell in his shaft and the first spray of hot cum, I squirted all over the floor. Grunting and moaning, David pushed the head down my throat filling my stomach with its first load of cum. I didn’t even gag. His cum super sweet, I knew I could become addicted to this act. Well, until what he told me about next time. I will keep that a little secret though. I’m twitching thinking about how he will feel.

Let me know if you want more of this bisexual daydream.

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Isn’t it odd when you know someone is watching you, but can’t do anything about it? I woke up Friday with the feeling that there were more eyes on me than my own. Odd, because I live in a loft apartment and from the street you can’t see in the giant bay window. Well, unless you live in the ocean, and I haven’t seen any sailors lurking.

I’ve always been sort of a nudist, so being on display isn’t an issue for me. In fact, I love when strangers look at me. It’s the main reason that when I wake at the ass crack of dawn each morning that I do a sunrise 3-mile run. I could run any time of day, but the perverts come out when it’s still dark out. I am sure for them it seems dirtier that way. For me, I love to imagine fucking a stranger in the bathroom and never asking his name. If that makes me a whore, I will wear that Scarlet letter with pride.

Still, I can’t shake that feeling. About 2 weeks ago I had my house cleaned by a service for the first time. With the holiday around the corner, I wanted to make sure that it was spotless. My mother can be a white gloved bitch at times. It was then that the light in my head came on and I knew that someone was watching me. It had to be a hidden camera somewhere in my apartment but finding it would prove to be a job all on its own. I’m a minimalist, but the place is spacious.

The camera was the last place I looked, but when I found it, something inside of me snapped. Not knowing who was watching me turned me on. Was it a woman, or a man? Either way, I planned on making sure that little camera was worth it. From the moment I found it, I made sure no clothing was allowed in my house. Again, I am a nudist at heart, so this was easy. Stripping naked in front of the silent eye, every inch of my body tingles in anticipation. What if it was someone I knew? I did have a girlfriend and her man over a few days ago. Could they? No! Of course not. She would never do something like that. Him, now that’s a different story. He acted a little too friendly when he came to dinner. Helping me with dishes, and even taking out my trash. He could be the culprit. I’m not going to lie. I sort of hope it is.

Three days into this little game and I knew that the suspense was killing me. I had to know who it was, and make sure they never forget the way I look when I cum. Putting it to the test, I invited my girlfriend over and told her that I needed to feel her. She and I have played for years, so she was more than happy to come by. Imagine being her boyfriend and seeing your girl bent over getting her ass eaten by another girl. If it was him, he would show himself right away. How could not?

I waited until my friend arrived to fill her in on part of the details. All she knew was that someone was watching, and I needed to know who. As devious as I am, she’s worse. Stripping as we walked to the bedroom, our clothing left a trail from the door to the bed. Poor guy was being put to the ultimate test and didn’t even know it.

My hands roamed over her body, making sure to cup that perfect ass. Nails digging into the fleshy part of her cheeks, I kissed her rough, using my teeth to grab her bottom lip. God damn, was that a growl coming from me? It was. For a minute I forgot about the voyeur and focused on this Goddess in front of me. Sasha is 5ft 8, 110, and has the body of a porn star. I’ve fucked her before, but never like this. I had to have her and if that was her boyfriend watching, I would make him jealous. It was the least I could do for him planting a spy cam inside my apartment.

Pushing her back on the bed, I spread her legs and did the make or break move. Slow and steady I used the tip of my tongue to draw a path from her right ankle to where her thigh meets her hip. God damn, she tasted and smelled like the last peach of summer. Ripe and ready for me to dive in. One lick was all it took, well, and the fact that I asked if I ate pussy better than her boyfriend. The moment she agreed, her phone went off. Guess who it was?

I wanted to laugh when Sasha ignored the phone and let me devour that dirty little cunt of hers. Pressing my hands to her thighs to steady her, I licked from her asshole to her clit. Now I know why the pooh bear licked the honey pot. She was as sweet as honey. Swirling my tongue into her opening, we both jumped when someone pounded on my front door. Nope, he could stand outside and wait and wonder. Poor guy should have enjoyed the movie at home because what I have planned for him is pure torture.

“Should we let him in?” I asked.

Sasha laughed, nodding, “Do it, but let’s get dressed and act like nothing happened. If he acts weird, we know. If not, well, we invite him to play. We can find out how stupid he is with the way he acts.”

As quick as possible we both dressed. Sasha sat on the couch and waited as I opened the door with a huge smile on my face. The look he gave me said everything we already knew. He was the culprit and now, we make him pay for what he did.

“Why are you banging on my door like the Goddamn cops?” I asked.

“Where is MY girlfriend,” he demanded.

I laughed and pointed to the couch. Sasha now dressed, sat with a cup of wine in her hand, faking an innocent smile to her boyfriend. Was he so dumb to think that we would let him catch us in the act? Well, he is a man, so yes.

I giggled when he stormed through the door, shocked that she wasn’t naked and aroused. He thought he would get a show, and all he got was two women laughing at him for being a little pervert.

“Why the hell are you here?” Sasha asked. She knew but wanted to have him say it.

He growled, looking at her, “You know why I’m here!”

Both of us laughed, but I spilled the beans. “Why, because you put a camera in my bedroom. You’re a fucking pervert. How dare you!” I yelled.

“Yeah, how fucking dare you spy on my friend like that,” Sasha laughed. “I should dump you for that,” she added.

“Wait, no. I didn’t do anything. She’s lying,” he cried.

“Don’t dump him. He needs to earn his place in your life again. I have the perfect solution to this. Let’s take him to that place we like to visit. You know the one. It will teach him something he will never forget,” I cackled.

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I’ve always had the fantasy of being an escort. No, I am not one, but this fantasy is fun to play out in my mind. On a hot night in California, this is how taboo game would play out.

“I can’t get better if I have never failed.”

Again, he wanted to see me. I often wondered why a newlywed would need to see an escort, but I guess that sometimes in love, you don’t always get it all. His wife was a beautiful model who could have any man, but she chose him. If I was to say why, I would say his bank account. He was a very wealthy CEO of a major company, and his kinks were not for the vanilla type woman.

Reaching the second shelf of my closet, I pulled out a pair of black strappy heels, not my favorite, but they were ones he bought me. He seemed to love them intensely. Before I put them on, I would need to clean the cum stains from the soles, or should I? I opted to leave them there. I like knowing that I was the one who caused that sudden spillage. Neither of us saw it coming, and when it happened, he punished my ass with 20 swats for causing it. I enjoyed every painful strike on my flesh.

I love the memories of our days together before everything changed.

The date’s details arrived via fax, which is one thing the company was very good at providing. They always gave us a complete list of what the client wanted before our arrival. I am forever thankful for that. Sometimes you need to prepare for something beforehand mentally. A few of my escort clients are very detail orientated.

I was to arrive at the Four Seasons in downtown Los Angeles at 8 pm promptly. Not knowing why he always added that. I was never late—just another factor in his need to be in control at all times. I was to wear a simple white dress, stockings in the nude shade range, a pair of Victoria Secret panties, white, and the black shoes he purchased last for me. Nothing was unusual here. I often had gotten a request like this. It was always what he was in the mood for at the time. I liked his choice this time. With the outfit and a simple loose bun, makeup done in a softer than usual tone, and nude polish on my fingers and toes, I was ready.

On my way up, I was when the elevator opened, and he stepped out, smiling the moment he saw me. A kiss to the cheek and few kind words about my appearance, and he led me out the front and into a waiting limo. I had no clue what we were doing, but I hope it was better than the last time. I wouldn’t say I liked the way he treated me on the prior date. No one wants thought of as a pawn, even when they know they are.

I chose the escort life for a reason.

Sitting back in the limo, a glass of wine in hand, he began to speak. I rested the glass and listened to his words. Something about his presence tonight was different. Something was off.

“When I met you, I didn’t expect ever to see you again. You were just a whim. Now don’t get all upset. I found so much more in you than my first impression. Each date we had made me fall more for you, but let’s be honest here. You’re a whore. You allow men to fuck you for money. I can’t take you home to meet my family, my daughter, well you’re younger than she is. I married my wife, who is your age, but she has a class that is above you. Sorry, but I’m honest. The one thing she will never be though is you. I can’t have a whore in my home. What if I was having a party and half of my friends have slept with my wife? It would make me less than a man. As much as I care for you, Gypsy, you will always be the other woman.”

It was a shocking statement by this Man but well deserved. I think this was the day I stopped loving him. He was now just a fuck like everyone else. Just the john with more money than sense and an addiction to one special escort.

“So, where are we going tonight? I thought we would stay in?”

Laughter came from him. I guess he expected me to cry over him. Not me. I wasn’t wasting a tear on him. He was a five grand a night fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. Just as he was to speak, the limo stopped, the driver exited, and he escorted us into a strip club. Was he taking me to see strippers? Never a dull moment, but this was crazy.

“Tonight I want to watch you with another woman. I want to see a woman pleasure you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh and be a little out of sorts at the same time. He was neglecting me sexually more and more, and I know that was due to him being married now, but why spend time with me? It seemed odd to pay the amount of money he did and let me have sex with someone else. This is where I learned about his other side. He was a voyeur. It all started back in his childhood. I would find that all out by the close of the night. I would find out how he loved watching women he loved with others.

Taking a seat in the front, he ordered a champagne bottle for us, which wasn’t unusual.

When you have money, you buy the best. The bubbles tickled my nose as I drank, making me almost feel a little childlike. I couldn’t help but giggle, well, till the lights dimmed, and the girl took the stage. Anticipating what it was to be a stripper, I watched as this scorching blonde walked out wearing nothing but a trench coat. So cliché. I was on the edge of my seat when You could leave your hat on, played. Not only is that the best stripper song, but it’s one of my favorites.

Her body worked the stage and the audience like the professional she was. When the coat dropped, she was in nothing but a thong, stockings, and some platform heels. She worked that body up and down the stage before wrapping around the pole. Gliding her body up the pole, her legs wrapped around the slender bar, bringing me closer to the edge of my seat. I was intrigued. Each movement of her thin frame made me twitch. I am not attracted to females, but this girl would be the exception. She would be the one whom I would love to have devour me.

“Gypsy, she is coming back to the hotel with us!”

He whispered that I would be with this woman tonight. He arranged it. Though I love it when he fucks me, I wanted to be with her tonight. I was honestly looking forward to sharing myself sexually with the Goddess before me. Being as escort isn’t so bad after all.

A girls best friend!

Rule Breaker

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Does you have a cheating wife? Well, I have a caller who wishes he did. He gave me permission to share his fantasy with you, and add my own little spin on the entire thing. I have to admit that his roleplay really turned me on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

Standing in the kitchen, it’s the moment I’ve waited for. My loving husband home from work. Walking out dressed only in a white silk robe, the first thing I do is softly kiss his lips.

“Mmm, what was that for?” he asks.

“Because I have a huge surprise for you in the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I laugh.

Am I considered a cheating wife is he really wants this?

As I walk him to the bedroom I am almost giddy with excitement. Opening the door, I don’t even have to see his face to know that look. He’s in a state of complete shock. Right there in the middle of our marital bed lays a chocolate GOD. Big Black, and stroking his 11 inch cock.

“Baby, go sit in the corner in that chair. You can stroke, but stay in the chair,” I demand.

Today is about me, not him. I’ve been needing this for so long, and now, I can finally be a cheating wife. Oh yes, and I can get a cream pie by a BBC. I’ve had a black man before, but never like this. Never when my husband was watching. Today I would prove to him that I am all those things my girlfriends say. I am the neighborhood slut. All of the wives hate me because their husbands can’t get enough.

“Yes, Dear,” he mumbled.

Starting at the end of the bed, I crawled up between that well hung Prince. His cock standing magnificent, my mouth was already salivating. A long swipe of my tongue up the thick under belly, and I heard my husband groan loud. Peeking over my shoulder and I stroke my wedding ring hand up and down his cock.

“Baby, I’m going to suck him real good for you,” I giggled.

My hubby only moaned as my lips stretched and moved down my lovers shaft. Each inch disappearing into the quietness of my throat. There is something about a black cock that always turns me into the perfect cheating wife. I can’t help it. My body aches for that salty lust. Each time his cock fully enters my mouth, a trickle of tear coated mascara paints a masterpiece down my face.

My lover yanked me off his cock, saliva dripping from my lips and he tilted my face to look at my husband.

“Yo, tell this bitch to sit on Black Daddy’s cock!” he demanded.

Oh my GOD! My husband shook as he stroked. His hand pumping up and down his weaker white cock, he nodded at my BBC lover.

“Baby, be a good girl and fuck our black daddy,” said my husband.

That was what took me from a BBC addict to a full blown cheating wife. Moving up his body, I hovered my perfect white pussy over the head of his cock. I dripped down the shaft as my lips stretched to engulf 11 inches of pure pleasure. I’ve always heard there is a pleasure zone, and now I know it’s real.

BBC

Each pump of his dick into my core, I screamed, cried, and came with a force I had never know. It wasn’t until he was about to cum did my husband finally speak up.

“Can I come over and clean his cock when he cum?” he asked.

There’s more, but this is all you will get for now. Just know this, I am not the only BBC lover in the house.

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I almost turned lesbian. My little epic tale of my sugar daddy took a new turn this weekend. He wanted me to go away to Vegas for a conference. Little did I know, he was going to share me with his wife. I’ve never met her till this weekend, and now, and I need to make this clear, I have never touched another woman, so this was a first for me.

When he asked me, I was a little put off because I don’t know what a woman wants from another woman. Instead of going in blind, I spent hours watching lesbian porn and learning how to pleasure a pussy. 

I’ve always been bisexual, but she could make me a lesbian.

This event was all set to make her feel like it was an accident, but he planned this affair. I don’t play with women, but she was an exception. He told me that she had a girlfriend in college, so he wanted to make it happen again for her. Arriving at their room wearing nothing but a long coat and a pair of heels, I couldn’t help but smile. She was a hot blond with big tits and a nice fat ass—sort of the mommy type, but the dirty mother. I’ve always preferred older men, so why not older women as well? 

We had a couple of bottles of wine before the clothes came off. My client sat in the corner and stroked his dick while I ate his wife better than he ever has. A woman doesn’t have to be a lesbian to eat pussy the right way. I learned that tonight. Mimicking what I saw on the screen, I crawled between her legs, nuzzling my nose against her sweet bald pussy. Now I know why men love it bald.

The scent alone was intoxicating.

She tasted like peaches and cream, and the moment my tongue collected its first dose of cream, I shivered with excitement. I don’t think there has been a more defining moment than the one where she screamed and forced my head into her dripping wet pie. Finding her clit was the second. I sucked that little bundle of nerves as though it was a magnificent cock. Licking, sucking, and slurping up her pending mess.

Sex toys laid out on the table, I picked a strap-on for my weapon of choice. I love using one on her husband, but his wife felt so much better. I lined the head up to her opening, slapping it until the cream splattered. She was so wet that my thighs soaked from the cascade of pussy juices. 

“Fuck me, of god, please fuck me,” she screamed. 

I pounded her pussy with such a force that the bed moved, and the headboard hit the wall. My sugar daddy sat in the corner with his dick in his hand, pouting that he never heard his wife react like this.

That didn’t stop him from stroking his cock. He pumped and tugged while I thrust and jackhammer his wife into a wild frenzy of orgasmic bliss. Her body shaking beneath me, I pressed my lips to hers, and we ended the night with our tongue completing an erotic dance and her husband getting a messy hand. I almost feel guilty that he paid for this fuck fest. Almost. Click the link below to find the exact scent. God, that was intoxicating.

peaches and cream

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