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This is one of my favorite memories to masturbate to. Hope you enjoy.

I was dating a guy briefly, was a bit of a puppy for me but left him for another guy. One night a few weeks later, I saw him out and got talking. I was wearing a fitted, low-cut PVC top with no bra, and leaned in to chat in his ear, just to bring my pushed-up breasts right under his nose. I smiled as he talked and watched his eyes full of hope that maybe I was interested in him.

As friends left for the afterparty, I said I was so tired and would just head home. He offered to walk me to check I was safe, as we got there I asked him inside to have a coffee before the rest of his walk.

I was deliberately not overtly sexual or flirty. I love playing dumb with a guy whose cock is throbbing for me, acting like I have no idea I’m turning them on. Letting my skirt ride up slightly, top slip down a little, warm giggles, innocently just comfortable in my own home as he tried not to stare too much.

Look I’m really tired, I just want to sleep but you’re welcome to crash out, I said, matter-of-factly. I’m tired too, it would be cool to just sleep and leave in the morning, he said, trying to sound casual.

This was a bed we’d fucked hard in before while together, so I knew his mind was whirring. I let him in first, then I slipped in beside him, laying on my back.

This is so not comfy to sleep in, I laughed, then sat up and gently peeled my tiny top over my head, letting my long thick hair fall down my bare back. I just had my miniskirt on now. He took his jeans off. I turned on my side beside him and felt him very carefully slip closer behind me. I could feel the tension as he smelled my hair and figured out whether he could put his hands on me.

He gently placed his arm over me, fingers trembling as he started lightly stroking my ribs. I used to love him teasing my round, perky tits with his fingertips, I knew he was imagining it and dying to move up just a few inches and touch my nipples.

I let him stroke me for a while, then said mmm that’s so relaxing, really helping me feel sleepy. Could you give me a little back-rub so I can drift off, I asked.

I scoop my hair up lean my back into his chest. He starts to rub. I gently press my firm round ass against his cock. Mmm, that’s so good you’re great at that, as he massaged. I can feel his breath in my ear and he moves his rubbing down my back a little, I shift my body towards him and let him feel his hard-on closer rub against my skimpy little skirt. He then puts his hand on my hip and down my thigh.

Hey you know I have a boyfriend, I said, as if surprised. We’re just friends now, I insisted.

What the fuck are you letting your ex in your bed for, getting your tits out and letting me fucking massage you then?

My pussy instantly tingled at his anger, I wanted to get him even more frustrated. Look I’m sorry you misunderstood, it’s ok. Let’s just go to sleep. Then I rolled away.

He snapped. This all happened really fast, but when I’m rubbing my pussy I slow it down to go over the details, gets me soaking wet every time.

He grabbed my hip and rolled me onto my back. I gasped as he yanked down his boxers, yanked up my skirt, spread my thighs and thrust his poor aching cock right into my pussy. I never wondered he’d have the guts to teach me a lesson. He looked so angry as he hate-fucked me, leaned over me and hissing, you don’t even have any fucking panties on, as he buried his dick in me. He stared at my jiggling breasts and my face as I weakly told him no, stop.

He really stuck it to my cock-teasing little pussy hard, but only thrust maybe four times, then stopped, grabbed his clothes and went. I have no idea how he stopped himself but I think he got scared I could say he raped me, even though I loved it.

When he left I didn’t even close my legs, I just lay there with my legs spread, tits out, skirt up and pussy bare, and rubbed myself til I came. I imagined he stayed and kept thrusting, and all the angry things he would say as I begged him to stop. I imagined him filling me with cum and calling me a fucking whore when he finally got his relief.

I wish I’d wondered to film me fingering myself and send it to him, groaning his name as I came hard. I wanted to tease him even more, so he knew I actually enjoyed it and he missed a chance to keep fucking. I hope he went home and emptied his balls thinking of how much of a teasing little slut I was.

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NSFW: yes

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