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There’s no point in going day to day in a bad mood or dwelling on things you cannot change.
That would be the best thing to ever happen to me. A very attractive man with a pretty cock, who can cum buckets into me.
“I want you to come on me. Come on my tits, face, stomach, my pussy. I want to see it. Make me messy.”
I’m one hundred percent a penetration whore.
“Come on my cock, baby so I can fill your pussy up.”
God, he is hot. He may be shy and need guidance in the bedroom, but the board room is his domain.
My pussy throbs, wanting what she is owed. I am horny, and the teasing the past hour is taking a toll.
“Do you enjoy getting me hard at inappropriate times?” I nod.
“It should be criminal how beautiful you are.”
“Breach my walls, Mr. Hastings. I require a penetration test.”
“Come, baby. I need you to come,”
“Look at you,” I rasp. “So fucking perfect for my cock. Such a good fucking cumslut begging for my cum to fill you up.”
“I know you’re addicted to my cock as much as I’m addicted to your cunt.”
“Everything makes you hard.” “Only everything to do with you,”
“Stop being so reasonable; it gives me hives.”
It is fucking sinful how amazing it feels when he fills me.
Stepping into the special underwear I have to buy in bulk, I always get a giggle that a product designed to prevent period leakage is perfect for the cum dumpster that is my pussy.
