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If I’m dying to get laid, I’ll work towards it and do the following things.

Firstly, I’ll co-ordinate a night out with friends who distribute the same lust and won’t judge. Secondly, I’ll shave my pussy. Thirdly, my ass OR boobs will be on show – just enough to tease. Lastly, I’ll feel confident in my sexiest underwear, with the sole intention of it making an appearance on a random guy’s bedroom floor.

I wore the most figure-hugging white dress I could. I chose a dark coloured g-string so that it’d be visible under the lights of a nightclub dancefloor. Within an hour of being there, I was introduced to a friend of a friend.

In true wingwoman fashion, I was painted as the girl who’s been looking for a good time, deprived of it by a recent relationship failure. Poor me had somewhat occasional sex and it wasn’t enough. I felt cock starved and wanted this guy to fuck me, purely because I loved the look of his biceps.

After hearing about his athletic interests, I thought how good he’d be in bed. I told him that I’m sure his endurance must be up there (ironically, I secretly discover it hot when a guy finishes quickly – it’s a compliment). I told him outright that a big pair of arms should enjoy a big ass, propping mine up as we talked in a club booth.

Within 30 minutes, we were at his place. I sat on his bed, for him to powerfully mount me and tell me how much he loved seeing my underwear through my dress. I turned around, bent over and told him to pull up my dress.

He pulled out a cock that probably measured 6”, nice and meaty, and as much as I wanted to suck it, I asked him to fuck me. I got what I wanted – my cheeks clapped HARD. I felt unconfident moaning his name as I couldn’t be 100% sure I even remembered it. I felt like pure filth, but it was better than going home to my vibrator.

My friends and I have a term, “did you enjoy three courses – how was dessert?” This means, “how was the finish and where did he cum?”

After around 10 minutes of cheek clapping, I was put into prone bone with his pillow underneath my hips, propping my ass up like a meal. He went from moving the thin piece of fabric that rose up my bootyhole to the side, to then throwing my underwear to the floor.

We didn’t discuss the finish and suddenly, his body went tight and I felt all of him inside of me. He spewed a creamy cumshot, joking he hadn’t finished in a few days. Fuck, okay, I knew this would be a LOT of cum.

It didn’t take long for him to give me an extended talk on how he had to be up early tomorrow. I took the hint and a taxi was on its way within 10 minutes of getting my clothes on. I used some tissues to soak up part of the creampie, knowing that my next-to-nothing underwear would do its best for the remainder.

As soon as I got into a taxi, I received a call, asking (after far too many drinks at the club), “girl, did you enjoy three courses?”

I pretty much replied, “yeah, dessert was a messy one. I’m taking some home with me.”

Remarkably, this isn’t the sluttiest I’ve ever felt, but feeling cum slowly greet your asshole mid-taxi ride is right up there.

NSFW: yes

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