I’m a rough sex phone sex kind of girl because I am a rough sex kind of girl in real life. I go out looking for trouble. I tell men all the time I am not girlfriend material. I am the kind of girl you fuck hard, leave wet and disappear. Last night I got just that, but I got more than I bargained for too. Mike picked me up at a corner dive bar. We did some coke in the bathroom. I blew him, but I wanted more. Back at his place, he tied me up, which I find so hot actually. My arms were tied to a beam above my head as I was on my knees on his bed. He pulled his dick out and said, “Suck it whore.” I gladly swallowed his rod. He was huge. Not black cock huge, but a nice, fat white dick. The kind that makes you gag when getting skull fucked. The kind that makes your eyes water too. My head was like one of those carnival birds that bobs up and down at warp speed in a jar of water for a prize. My head was flopping back and forth so fast waiting for my treat. I love cum. His balls told me he had a hefty load to unleash too. I almost choked when his cum shot down my throat like a cannon. He skull fucked me, filled me with cum then left. Left me in his place, alone, tied up. Who does that? I didn’t think I was tied up so well that I couldn’t free myself, but I was wrong. I wasn’t going anywhere. I started to freak after 2 hours passed and he was not back yet. Six hours later he returned. He had pizza and a smile. I was drenched in my own pee. “Miss me whore,” was all he said. I knew better than to ask if I could go home.
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