Just get butt naked!
As I got out of my car, I felt my boy-short panties edge into my slit.
It happens occasionally and always feels sensational like the cotton has a mind of its own and really appreciates being snuggled next to your shaved heaven. So much so it has to sidle into your warm pussy crack intermittently and nearly deliberately, or I help it get there.
My girly lips swell slightly as I apply the rubby thigh pressure myself. There are bad girls, and there are very naughty girls like myself.
I have my mobile out of my cute pink clutch purse. I lean against the brick wall next to my car. I don't care about the untidy surroundings.
My purse has to sit on the bonnet. My hands are full: my left hand has my phone camera, and my right hand has my girly bits.
Oh my, I'm so wet so fast.
I know this is dirty.
I know this is naughty, but it's dirty, naughty me, and my man Joel will love it. His cock will be hard by the time I get to it. The prick will drool over these shots.
Geez, I'm sticky pink down there today as I get a good spread peek: I love my geography, the flesh contours of self.
I pulse, flex my pussy and pop out my lovely clitty from its hood and snap away. I get two fingers in my hole and spread.
Snap
Sheez- will this get Joel's cock up and staying up.
Mmm, I've overdone it.
I slip my dress off my shoulder and release my boobs. I wet my nipple with my saliva till it's hard and glistening.
Then I snap —a foreplay pic.
Then I'm sexting the hot sequence of me images: just like that with the message — CU46.
"Mmm, Mmm, Mmm," I moan; once I touch my pussy — I can't stop.
I'll need to either self-orgasm or Joel's thick cock is a must to climax in the coming minutes.
I'm sliding my fingers through my mushy squelchy wetness, exciting my clit with deft pressure as I glide my fingers on both sides of my folds.
My ringtone tells me Joel is getting active.
I check his reply.
Yep, the bastard has sent through a throbbing hard one — no male subtly.
His message: "All urz babes. LH6 !
Oh, he can wait a tad longer.
I'm in an excellent, secluded nearby location.
Hell, I'm randy.
Boy, do I feel racy!
I have the smuttiest of thoughts. My boy panties are off — spread on the
bonnet with my purse.
This shot is not as easy as I thought against a brick wall. I get one leg up on the bonnet. Always loved those years of ballet training — excellent slut preparation.
Wow, do I look good.
My girly pink slit, my cute pink crack —double fun — spread.
Angle the camera
I want to give my Joel a monster hard-on.
Yeah, the snap looks okay, but I deleted it.
I go instead for the nasty raw, gaped reddy pink butthole close-up.
Awesome —believe me, my butt crack gawped is awesome.
I sext.
FMLTWIA.
Shit, I better get to him quick; he could cum all over his phone with this one.
Did I just send that sort of pic?
What sort of girl am I — Easy?
Yes, easy, and I love it. I love cock eased into my arse.
I wait for Joel's reply.
I'm fingering my butthole. I love my rim. I love the sensitivity; you're in control of your tightness. I go crazy with one finger to the knuckle in my dirty rear furrow.
Then it's always two fingers —seeking depth — prepping for Joel's cock.
So good —my fingers —in and out —tight in my arse vice hold.
Still, I want ramming cock in my butt. I crave the broad, deep, depraved fill.
I nearly get lost in my self-buggering pleasure as Joel doesn't immediately reply.
Sheez — the prick better not have blown his load —it was a goddamn filthy snap, though.
My ringtone!
Brrring! Brrring!
Crap!
I'm a girl fully occupied with her own arsehole's expanding pleasure.
IWSN! Plz! Plz! — from my bad boy.
Mmm … I love a guy who pleads for it…Got to Luv R Mobile, too!
I grab my purse, knickers, and bra off the bonnet and race up the stairs.
Oh, for fuck's sake, I was in our garage —as if I could have driven home for sex: after that warm-up!
On the landing, I drop everything and kick off my heels.
I remove my dress at the top of the stairs and shimmy naked into the open-plan longue-dining area.
Joel's hard-on dominates my vision.
I suspect my body dominates his, too, as he puts down his phone —where he was no doubt wanking off to my arsehole shot —the filthy sod.
We meet midroom.
He spins me around—intent on nailing my arse without further to do.
'Easy stud —remember I have tits!"
I want this to last a while.
Oh boy, does he remember my boobies: as the bastard squeezes my jugs, making my nipples even tauter as they point upwards. Then his fingers are working my flesh mounds in a rough but delicious way.
His pecker nuzzles between my thighs at the same time: trying to find its way into my nookie.
I'm a bitch!
A very naughty saucy bitch.
I'm base and filthy as I give him my pussy and arse.
Hell, they couldn't wait any longer.
The big rug on the floor is just fuckin fine —cognizant desire, mindful assured lust dominates me.
Joel and I share the smut.
He licks my arse.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
He licks my arse.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
I mean, he really licks my arse.
"Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah! Ooh! OOh!"
Joel had the soft, wet, insane booty basting rolling.
My body, led by my bum hole, could have shot through the flaming apartment roof.
His tongue tip found my sensitive, delicate inner tissue.
So intense.
Then his finger joined the fun. The tease and torment of being at my rim, then in my hole, making me wait for the filling again.
Next, the bastard gave me the two fingers in my ring —that I loved. The depravity of the act always gave me a thrill.
He gave me his tongue again.
"Orrgh! Ugh!"
His tongue with wads of spit — making my tightness relax.
Joel jiggled my butt cheeks around. Delivers some light, playful spanks.
Thwack! Thwack!
"Raah Ooh! You randy sod! Raah! Oof! Ooh!"
But when he planted big smoochie kisses on my arse cheeks — Mwah! Mwah!
I was putty for his cock.
He propped my butt up on the floor, quickly giving me a couple of sofa cushions to raise my tushie higher.
I was doggy.
Joel was standing —
Fuck!
He tunnelled my pussy —with that height.
He had massive thrust traction from his spread feet, thighs and pelvic drive.
Oh shit, my pussy was drilled. My sweet cunt was assaulted with ramming cock and my butt hole wasn't ignored.
One, then two fingers joining our fun.
It was my turn to plead. A guy loves a pleading woman, especially one who wants her butt filled dirtily.
"Beg for it…plead for it," said Joel thrusting into my pussy.
"My arse…you bastard…my arse…think of that dirty gawped picture I sexted you…take my arse!"
His cock was poised over my rim. Touching my crack with a nudge. His pecker then poked in.
"Oh fuck yeah…Oh fuck…Oh My God…Aah! Aah! Aah!"
Endless more filth from me as he stabbed, jabbed, raided, shoved and plundered my cornhole with his dick.
Deep and Dirty.
Filthy and Feisty.
Ribald and Racy!
Oh, so naughty!
Oh, so unruly!
My butt was unshielded and agape— his cock pounding down from the high angle of his full manly height and weight behind me.
Oh fuck it was good.
Orgasm good.
The butt fuck coursing through my body with some clitty friggin work on my part.
My yelp literally raised the roof.
"Uugghh! Uugghh!"
"Orrgh Fuck…Orrgh…Orrgh!" went Joel as he drenched my crinkled cavity with wads of man cream.
I had my guy next to me on the carpet —relaxed on the plush rug— damn—it would need a good clean.
I whispered in his ear: "You dirty, dirty sod."
And Joel is a dirty sod, but I'm dirtier: because as I moan, he sticks his finger in my cum oozing tailpipe.
I think I'd like a snap of my tushie — as it is — right now.