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“Cum inside me,” Laura says, barely able to get out the words. “I want to feel your sperm inside my asshole.”
Damon has no problem with this. None at all. He pounds Laura a couple more times, then his body clutches up for a moment before his cock releases his sperm deep in her ass. He continues fucking her, extracting every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of her and letting his cock slide out of her asshole.
Laura rolls off the couch and onto her feet. Squatting, her ass right above the hardwood floor, she waits for his cum to drip out of her asshole.
“You want to see something nasty?” she asks.
“Hell yeah,” Damon says. He has a pretty good idea what’s coming next and can’t wait to see it.
A couple seconds later, he gets his wish.
As Laura continues squatting, a few drops of his cum slip out of her asshole and fall to the floor. She slides her index finger into her ass and moves it around in little circles, helping the process along. Moments later a stream of white sperm exits her asshole, creating a little pool on the hardwood floor.
Once her asshole is completely drained of Damon’s cum, Laura gets down on her hands and knees. Bending over, she drops her face towards the floor until her mouth is directly above the pool of white, mere centimeters away. After glancing up at Damon one last time, she sticks her tongue out and licks up the sperm, using her fingers to help her transfer all of it into her mouth.
After she has every last bit in her mouth, Laura tilts her head back so her eyes are facing the ceiling and swallows Damon’s cum. Looking back at him, she gives him a wink.
He laughs and shakes his head. Laura certainly was one hell of a dirty girl.
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SLUTS PREFER ANAL
I’ve always been lucky when it comes to women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape body of a natural athlete
who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.
Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.
Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.
Like Gina, for example.
There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing super-short cut-off jean shorts. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.
Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.
“Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”
“I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”
I gave her a slightly confused look.
“What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”
“True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”
“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”
“I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.
“Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Gina, by the way.”
