7:30 in the morning and I have to stress about stale bread. Seriously, if you don't want to spend your balance and want to see naked women, this isn't where you're going to get it! Some clueless people arrive before they've even been chatting for 1 second and they're already "ordering" you to take everything down. First of all, I'M the one in charge here in my chat. Secondly, you're being a pitiful idiot. Don't even make me waste my time! I'm very nice, but the least you should do is be polite to me!!!

Last night I was all pleasure. I didn't give it to them, I didn't have sex, I was real food. The kind that wakes up with an aching body and a dry mouth from cumming so much. The idea was to just go out for a drink, but as soon as I saw them both looking at me, my legs went weak. They knew. They could feel how ready I was. One of them offered me a tequila, the other just smiled with that look of someone who could already imagine me on my knees. And me? I couldn't resist. I wanted it. I got into their car wearing that short dress, without any panties, and I started spreading my legs in the back seat. His hand went in as if it already owned my body. He squeezed me tightly. He left me moaning softly before the door even closed. At the motel, they didn't even turn on the light properly. They pushed me on the bed, pulled my hair and started using me. One held my arms while the other sucked me so hard that I screamed. And I came. In his mouth. I came hard. Trembling all over. They laughed. They called me a slut, a dirty girl, a slut. And I loved it. I loved how they held me. How they treated me. How they entered me without mercy. They turned me on my side, on all fours, on my stomach, on my front... I lost count of how many times I came. I tasted each one. One hot cum on my tongue, the other inside me. They left me all open, sweaty, and covered in cum. I felt used in the best sense of the word. And the best part of all? In the middle of all that, I thought about someone. I thought about how delicious it would be to pick up my cell phone, call him, and send him an audio message moaning in the middle of fucking. Let him hear it. Feel it. Suffer it.