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Backstory – how we got here: My girlfriend Sarah (27, stupidly hot – thick hips, fat ass, perfect heavy tits, the kind of body that stops traffic) has been obsessed with this ripped college friend, Sam, for months. They first locked eyes at a club: bodies pressed tight on the dance floor, his hands gripping her ass while he growled in her ear that he was going to split her open one day. She came home soaked that night, but nothing happened… yet.
A month ago she “went out with friends” and ended up in the backseat of our car on her knees, worshipping his thick 9-inch cock until he painted her tits and face. She walked back into our place smelling like sex, neck and chest covered in fresh hickeys and bite marks, whispering every detail while I slid into her dripping pussy. All she could say was how much longer and thicker he was than my 7 inches. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
The main event – the day she finally gave in completely:
She told me she was just “dropping something off” at his apartment. Ten minutes later I get a single eggplant emoji. My heart was pounding – I knew. This is exactly how she described it to me on the phone the second she left his place (voice still shaky, thighs still trembling):
She walks in, hands him the bag. He sits on the couch and pats the spot right next to him like he already owns her. No words. He just pulls out that rock-hard, veiny 9-inch cock, already glistening at the tip. Sarah says she dropped to her knees without even thinking – like her body belonged to him in that moment. She took him so deep she was gagging, thick strings of spit coating every inch, mascara smeared, moaning like a desperate slut around his shaft.
While she’s choking on him, he casually says, “You should come back when my roommate’s drunk – he’d love that pretty mouth too.” She just moaned louder and nodded, mouth still full – my girlfriend literally agreed to get used by both of them without missing a beat.
Then she pulled off, looked up at him with those big needy eyes and begged: “Please, Sam… I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.” He smirked, grabbed her throat, and said, “Then come take it, you little slut.”
Clothes started flying. She peeled down to just her skintight leggings. He dragged her to the bedroom, already rolling a condom down that massive dick. One hard rip and her leggings were shredded open at the crotch. He bent her over the bed, fisted her hair like a handle, and buried himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust. She said the stretch made her scream into the sheets – it hurt so perfectly she almost came on the spot.
He fucked her doggy like an animal for 15 straight minutes: spanking her ass until it glowed red, yanking her head back, telling her she’s his dirty little secret now. Then he flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded so deep she was speaking in tongues, squirting all over him .
When he finally came, he pinned her down, and filled the condom so full she said it sagged heavy when he pulled out. He made her watch as he tied it off – made her see exactly how much cum her pussy milked out of him.
Afterward she just pulled her ruined leggings up, kissed him like a grateful whore, and walked out bow-legged. She called me before she even started the car, voice hoarse:“Daddy… I just got fucked by Sam. I’m such a mess for you right now.”
Current situation: It’s been five days and he’s gone completely cold. Short replies, no invites, leaving her thirsty texts on read even when she’s sending mirror nudes in the lingerie I bought her. She’s climbing the walls wanting more, and honestly? So am I. The thought of her chasing that superior cock, getting more desperate, maybe having to earn round two… it’s driving us both insane.
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