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Alex woke up to the smell of coffee and giggling from the living room. His head was fuzzy from last night’s beers. He stretched in their messy bed—sheets half off, condoms scattered on the nightstand from when he and Cassie fucked quick before crashing.
Cassie2Sassy poked her head in, blonde hair wild, wearing just his old band tee that barely covered her thick ass. “Babe, get up. My new friends are here.”
He blinked. “Friends?”
She grinned, biting her lip. “Yeah. Ky and Lena. We met at that bar last week. Remember I said I might bring them over?”
Alex’s cock twitched under the sheet. Cassie had been talking about opening things up—nothing serious, just fun. But this? Three hot girls in his apartment?
He pulled on boxers and shuffled out. The living room was a wreck: pizza boxes, empty cans, phone chargers everywhere. Ky Fenixxx lounged on the couch in tiny shorts, dark hair in a messy bun, legs crossed. Lena Love sat next to her, redhead curls spilling over her shoulders, crop top riding up.
Cassie bounced over, ass jiggling. “Guys, this is Alex. My boyfriend.”
Ky looked him up and down. “He’s cute. You weren’t lying about the dick print.”
Lena laughed. “We already heard all about it.”
Alex felt his face heat up, but his dick was already half-hard. Cassie grabbed his hand, pulled him to the center. “So… we were talking. And they wanna play. You cool?”
He swallowed. “Fuck yeah.”
Cassie dropped to her knees first, yanking his boxers down. His cock sprang out, thick and ready. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking sloppy, spit dripping. “Mmm, told you he tastes good.”
Ky and Lena joined fast. Ky licked along the shaft while Lena sucked his balls. Three tongues worked him—wet, warm, messy. Cassie looked up, eyes locked on his. “You like your girlfriend sharing you?”
He groaned. “Goddamn right.”
They moved to the bedroom. Clothes hit the floor quick. Cassie pushed him on the bed, climbed on top in cowgirl. Her fat ass bounced as she sank down on his cock, pussy gripping tight. “Fuck, you’re so deep.”
Ky straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy on his mouth. He tongued her clit, tasting her sweet and salty. Lena knelt beside them, sucking Cassie’s tits, pinching nipples.
Cassie rode harder, ass clapping. “Shit, yes—fuck me like that.”
They switched. Lena took cowgirl next, her tight pussy sliding down slow then fast. Alex grabbed her hips, thrusting up. Ky and Cassie made out above him, fingers in each other’s pussies.
Then rimming. Cassie bent over, spread her cheeks. “Eat my ass, babe.” Alex dove in, tongue circling her tight hole while Ky jerked him off. Lena fingered Cassie from behind.
The room smelled like sex—sweat, pussy, spit. Background TV droned some reality show, volume low. Neighbors probably heard the moans, but no one cared.
Doggy was next. Cassie on all fours, ass up high. Alex slammed in, balls slapping her clit. “Fuck, your pussy’s so wet.”
Ky slid under, licking where they joined, tongue flicking Cassie’s clit and Alex’s shaft. Lena knelt by Cassie’s face, getting eaten out.
Alex pounded harder. Skin slapped loud. Cassie yelled, “Don’t stop—I’m gonna cum!”
She shook, pussy squeezing him. He pulled out, cock slick.
Missionary round. Lena on her back, legs wide. Alex slid in deep, slow strokes turning fast. Ky sat on Lena’s face, grinding. Cassie jerked him when he pulled out, feeding his cock to Lena’s mouth.
Foot fetish hit. Ky rubbed her soles on his balls while he fucked Lena. “You like feet, huh?” she teased.
He nodded, groaning.
Climax built fast. They lined up on knees—Cassie, Ky, Lena. Mouths open. Alex stroked furious. “Fuck—here it comes.”
He shot ropes across their tongues. Thick cum splattered cheeks, chins. Cassie caught most in her mouth, then turned to Ky, kissing deep, swapping the load. Lena joined, tongues messy, cum dripping down tits.
They collapsed, laughing breathless. Cum smeared everywhere—sheets, thighs, faces.
Cassie wiped her mouth, grinning at Alex. “Told you my friends were fun.”
He panted. “Best wake-up ever.”
Lena checked her phone. “Shit, we gotta go soon.”
Ky smirked. “Round two later?”
Cassie pulled Alex close, kissed him sticky. “Oven’s on timer—pizza’s almost done. Clean up quick.”
Alex laughed, cock still twitching. Just another Saturday. Pants yanked up, girls giggling, heading to the kitchen like nothing happened. But the smell of sex lingered, mixing with melting cheese.

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I was chilling in my shitty apartment after class, still in the same hoodie from morning lecture. The place smelled like leftover Chinese and unwashed laundry. DoorDash pinged—food finally here. I buzzed the delivery person up without thinking twice.
Door opens. There she is. Emily. My ex from freshman year. Blonde hair tied back in a messy ponytail, wearing that red polo and black pants uniform that’s way too tight around her thick thighs and round ass. She’s 19 now, still looks like the 18-year-old cheerleader type who dumped me over “needing space” right before finals.
Her eyes go wide. “Michael? Holy shit.”
I freeze for a second. “Emily? You’re… delivering now?”
She laughs, awkward, shifting the pizza box. “Yeah, college is expensive. Tips help. Didn’t know this was your building.”
I step aside. “Come in. Don’t want the food getting cold.”
She hesitates, then walks in. The door clicks shut. She’s scanning the messy living room—empty beer cans, my Xbox controller on the couch, TV still paused on some dumb Netflix show.
“Place looks… lived in,” she says, smirking.
“Same old me.” I take the box, set it on the counter. Our fingers brush. That old spark hits. She doesn’t pull away fast.
We stand there. Kitchen light buzzing overhead. Smell of pepperoni mixing with her vanilla body spray.
“So,” she says, leaning against the counter. “You still mad I ghosted?”
“Nah. Was a while ago.” My eyes drop to her cleavage peeking from the polo. “You look good.”
She bites her lip. “You too. Still got that same hungry look.”
Tension snaps. I step closer. She doesn’t back up. Instead, she reaches up, fingers in my hair, pulls me in.
We kiss hard. Messy. Tongues right away. Her hands yank my hoodie up. Mine grab her ass through those pants—fuck, still so thick and soft. PAWG for real.
“Been thinking about this,” she mutters against my mouth.
“Me too.” I spin her around, bend her over the counter. Pizza box almost falls. She giggles.
“Careful, don’t want sauce everywhere.”
I yank her pants down. No thong—just plain black panties already damp. I pull them aside. Her pussy’s shaved, pink, glistening.
“Goddamn,” I groan.
She looks back over her shoulder. “You gonna stare or fuck me?”
I drop my sweats. Cock springs out, hard as hell. She reaches back, strokes it a couple times.
“Missed this cock,” she whispers.
I push in slow at first. She’s tight. Really tight. She gasps, grips the counter.
“Fuck… slow,” she says.
I go deeper. Her ass jiggles with each thrust. Kitchen echoes with wet slaps and her little moans.
“Harder,” she pants after a minute.
I grab her hips, pound faster. Her ponytail bounces. Sweat beads on her neck. Smells like sex and garlic already.
She pushes back, meeting every thrust. “Yes… right there… fuck my pussy, Michael.”
I reach around, rub her clit. She’s soaking. Dripping down her thighs.
“Gonna cum already?” I tease.
“Shut up and keep fucking me.”
I flip her around. Lift her onto the counter. Legs spread wide. She pulls me in, wraps around me. We kiss sloppy while I slam in deep.
Her nails dig into my back. “Don’t stop… gonna cum…”
She shakes, pussy clenching hard. I feel her gush a little. Hot and messy.
My turn. I pull out, breathing heavy.
“On your knees,” I say.
She slides off, drops down right there on the kitchen floor. Tile’s cold, I bet. Doesn’t care.
She looks up, mouth open. Tongue out a little. Classic porn look but real—hair messy, mascara smudged already.
I stroke fast. She leans in, sucks the tip, then pulls back.
“Come on my face,” she begs. “Give me that huge load.”
I groan. First rope hits her cheek. Thick white. Second across her nose. She closes her eyes, smiles. More on her lips, chin. Some drips onto her polo.
She licks what she can reach. “Fuck… so much.”
I milk the last drops onto her tongue. She swallows, then wipes her face with the back of her hand, laughing.
“Jesus. That was a lot.”
We both catch our breath. Cum dripping down her neck. Shirt stained.
She stands, pulls pants up. “Gotta get back to deliveries. Manager’s gonna kill me.”
I hand her a twenty. “Big tip.”
She smirks, pockets it. “Next time order again. Maybe I’ll bring dessert.”
She kisses me quick—tastes like salt and me—then heads out.
Door shuts. I hear her footsteps fade down the hall.
I look at the pizza box. Still warm. Grab a slice.
Oven timer beeps in the background—forgot I had fries in there.
Back to normal life. Except now my ex knows where I live… and how hard I still cum for her.

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Brandon walked into the kitchen around 7 p.m., still in his work polo, tie loosened. Jessica stood at the stove stirring spaghetti sauce, apron tied over her loose gray tank top and yoga pants. The radio played some old country station low in the background. Her hair was up in a messy clip, a few gray strands loose around her neck.
“Smells good,” he said, dropping his keys on the counter.
Jessica glanced over her shoulder. “Your wife’s stuck at the office till late again. Figured I’d feed you before you starve.”
He chuckled, opening the fridge for a beer. She turned the burner down, wiped her hands on the apron, and watched him twist the cap off. The house felt quiet except for the faint sizzle and the TV murmur from the living room.
She stepped closer, hips swaying just a little more than usual. “You look tense, Brandon.”
He took a swig. “Long day.”
Jessica reached out, fingers brushing his arm. “I could help with that.”
He froze mid-sip. She didn’t pull back. Her hand slid down to his belt buckle instead.
“Jessica… what the hell?”
She smirked, eyes dropping to his crotch. “Don’t act surprised. I’ve seen how you stare at my ass when I bend over to load the dishwasher.”
His face heated. He set the beer down. “We can’t. If Sarah—”
“She won’t be home for hours.” Jessica tugged his belt open with practiced fingers. “And I’m horny as fuck. Been thinking about this cock all afternoon.”
Brandon swallowed hard. Her hand slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around him. He was already half-hard.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
She sank to her knees right there on the linoleum, yanking his pants and boxers to his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny. Jessica licked her lips, then looked up at him with that dirty-mommy grin.
“Mommy’s gonna suck you dry first.”
She took him in her mouth without warning—wet, sloppy, no teasing. Her tongue swirled around the head while her hand pumped the base. Brandon groaned, hand instinctively going to her hair. The clip came loose; gray-streaked strands fell around her face.
“Fuck… slow down,” he panted.
She didn’t. She bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing, spit dripping down her chin onto her tank top. The fabric clung to her heavy, sagging tits—no bra. Nipples poked through like hard pebbles.
She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast. “You like that? Mommy’s mouth feel good?”
“Yeah… shit, yeah.”
She dove back down, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his pubes. Gagging a little, but she powered through, throat squeezing him. Brandon’s knees buckled. He gripped the counter edge.
After a few minutes of relentless sucking she stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Bedroom. Now. I need you in my ass.”
They stumbled down the hall, half-dressed. Jessica shoved him onto the unmade bed—sheets tangled from her nap earlier. She peeled off her yoga pants and panties in one motion. Her ass jiggled as she turned, full and soft with dimples and faint stretch marks. A small tattoo of a rose peeked above her crack.
Brandon kicked off his shoes. She climbed on all fours, arching her back.
“Spit on it,” she said. “Get me wet.”
He leaned in, spat directly on her puckered hole, then rubbed it in with his thumb. She moaned, pushing back.
“More. Finger me first.”
He slid one finger in—tight, hot. She rocked against it. “Another.”
Two fingers now, stretching her slowly. Jessica reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. “That’s it… open Mommy up for that big cock.”
Brandon couldn’t wait anymore. He lined up, pressed the head against her asshole. She hissed through her teeth.
“Slow—fuck—slow at first.”
He pushed in inch by inch. Her ring gripped him like a vise. Halfway in she let out a long, shaky breath.
“Goddamn… you’re thick.”
He bottomed out, balls against her pussy. They both froze for a second, breathing hard. The ceiling fan clicked overhead.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”
He started thrusting—short strokes at first, then longer, deeper. Skin slapped skin. Jessica buried her face in the pillow, muffling her moans. The headboard tapped the wall in rhythm.
“Harder—pound my ass, Brandon!”
He gripped her hips, slamming in. Her saggy tits swung wildly under the tank top. Sweat beaded on her lower back. The room smelled like sex and garlic from the kitchen.
“Gonna cum soon,” he grunted.
“Not yet—don’t you dare pull out. Fill Mommy’s ass.”
She reached under, rubbing her clit furiously. “Cum in me—please—begging you—pump that load deep!”
Brandon lost it. He buried himself balls-deep and unloaded—thick ropes pulsing into her guts. Jessica shuddered, ass clenching around him as she came too, a wet gush soaking her fingers.
He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slowly. A thick glob of cum leaked from her stretched hole immediately.
Jessica laughed breathlessly, still on all fours. “Watch this.”
She pushed—like she was bearing down. A loud, wet fart ripped out, followed by a gush of white cum splattering onto the sheets. More bubbled out with each push, creamy and messy, dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck,” Brandon muttered, half-laughing, half-shocked.
Jessica collapsed onto her stomach, grinning over her shoulder. “Told you Mommy blows best.”
They lay there panting for a minute. The spaghetti sauce still simmered downstairs—probably burning now.
She rolled over, tank top twisted, tits spilling out. “Go check the stove before we burn the house down.”
Brandon pulled his boxers up, cock still slick. “Yeah… yeah.”
He headed out. Jessica stayed on the bed, legs spread, fingering the leaking cum back inside with a satisfied smirk.
From the kitchen he called, “Sauce is fucked.”
She laughed. “Worth it.”

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Jessica was nineteen, maybe twenty, still had that fresh-faced look with freckles across her nose and messy auburn hair she never bothered to tame. Brandon had been dating her three months, but the last four weeks were torture. Work shifts clashed, her period hit, then his mom visited for a week. No sex. Not even a quick handjob. Just blue balls and her teasing texts: “Soon, promise.”
Tonight they finally had the apartment to themselves. Her roommate was at her boyfriend’s, and Brandon’s night off lined up for once. Jessica was in the kitchen trying to make spaghetti. The sauce bubbled on the stove, filling the small place with garlic and tomato smell. She wore tiny cotton shorts and one of his old band tees, no bra, nipples poking through the thin fabric whenever she reached for something.
Brandon leaned against the doorway watching her. He’d been half-hard since he walked in and smelled her vanilla body spray mixed with the cooking. She bent to check the noodles, shorts riding up, showing the bottom curve of her ass. No panties either.
“Fuck, Jess,” he muttered.
She glanced back, smirking. “What?”
“You know what.” He stepped closer. “Been a month. I’m dying here.”
Jessica laughed, low and dirty. She turned the burner down, wiped her hands on a dish towel, then dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum. No warning. Just eyes locked on his, tongue darting over her bottom lip.
“Been thinking about this too,” she said. Her voice was soft but urgent. “Wanted to make it good.”
Brandon’s jeans were already undone before he even registered her fingers working the zipper. She tugged them down just enough, boxers following. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins standing out from days of pent-up need. Pre-cum glistened at the tip.
“Jesus,” he groaned when her small hand wrapped around the base.
She stroked slow at first, thumb circling the head, smearing the slickness down the shaft. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue flat from balls to tip, long and wet. Brandon’s knees almost buckled.
“Fuck… yeah, like that.”
Jessica hummed, pleased. She sucked one ball into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue while her hand kept pumping. The other hand cupped the second, massaging lightly. Wet slurping sounds filled the kitchen, louder than the TV droning in the living room.
She popped off with a wet smack, looked up at him with those big hazel eyes. “You taste salty.”
“Been saving it all for you.”
That did it. She opened wide and took him in, lips stretching around the thickness. No teasing now—just hungry. Her head bobbed fast, cheeks hollowing. Spit dribbled down her chin almost immediately. She didn’t care. She let it run, messy and real.
Brandon threaded his fingers in her hair, not forcing, just holding. “Goddamn, baby. So fucking sloppy.”
She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach while the other squeezed his sack. She pulled off for a second to breathe, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
“Want your cum,” she panted. “Been waiting to swallow you.”
Then she dove back down, deeper this time. Her nose brushed his pubes. Throat flexed, gagging a little, but she pushed through. Eyes watered. Mascara smudged at the corners. Still she kept going, bobbing faster, wet gluck-gluck-gluck noises echoing off the cabinets.
Brandon’s hips jerked. “Close… fuck, Jess, I’m gonna—”
She didn’t pull off. Just sucked harder, tongue flat under the head, hand twisting at the base. He felt the pressure build, balls tightening, then the first hot spurt hit the back of her throat.
“Shit—fuck—take it—”
He came hard, pulse after pulse. Jessica swallowed greedily, throat working, but some still leaked from the corners of her mouth. White streaks ran down her chin, dripped onto her shirt. She kept sucking through it, milking every drop until he was twitching and oversensitive.
When he finally softened she let him slip out with a wet pop. She licked her lips, wiped her chin with the back of her hand, grinning like she’d won something.
“Worth the wait?” she asked, voice hoarse.
Brandon laughed breathlessly, legs shaky. “Best fucking blowjob of my life.”
She stood up, shorts wedged between her thighs, shirt damp with spit and a little cum. The spaghetti sauce was still simmering, noodles probably overcooked now. Smoke detector hadn’t gone off yet, small miracles.
He pulled her close, kissed her messy mouth. Tasted himself on her tongue. Didn’t care.
“Gonna eat this pasta,” she said against his lips, “then you’re fucking me on the couch.”
Brandon groaned. “Give me five minutes to recover.”
She smirked, turned back to the stove. “Better hurry. Food’s almost ready.”
He watched her ass sway as she stirred the pot, already half-hard again. A month was too long. Never again.

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Michael walked into the small apartment after a long shift, kicking off his sneakers by the door. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce hit him right away. Sisi was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti, her dark hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing those tiny denim shorts and one of his old band tees that barely covered her ass.
“Hey babe,” she called without turning around. “Dinner’s almost ready. You hungry?”
“Starving,” he said, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing against her back. She leaned into him, still stirring. The TV in the living room played some random reality show, volume low. Their place was small—kitchen opened right into the couch area, bed just around the corner. No real privacy, but they liked it that way.
He kissed her neck, smelling her shampoo mixed with the cooking. “Missed you today.”
She giggled, turning off the burner. “I missed you too. Work sucked?”
“Always does.” His hands slid down to her hips, squeezing. She pushed back against him a little, teasing.
They’d been together almost a year now. Started as friends, then more. Real feelings, not just fucking. But lately they’d been talking about trying new stuff. She wanted to feel closer, try anal. First time for her. He’d been gentle about it, patient. Tonight felt right.
She turned in his arms, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
He nodded, kissing her slow. Her lips were soft, tasting like the sauce she’d sampled. Hands roamed. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. He lifted her onto the counter, right next to the cooling pot.
“Fuck the food for a sec,” she whispered, legs wrapping around him.
He laughed against her mouth. “Gonna burn the place down.”
She reached down, palming him through his jeans. He was already hard. “Then hurry up.”
They stumbled to the couch, shedding clothes. Shirt off, shorts down. She knelt between his legs, looking up with that naughty smile. “Wanna taste you first.”
POV style, her hands on his thighs as she took him in her mouth. Wet, sloppy. She bobbed slow at first, tongue swirling the head. Spit dripped down his shaft. He groaned, fingers in her hair, not pushing, just holding. “God, Sisi… that feels so good.”
She pulled off with a pop, stroking him. “You like when I suck your cock like this?”
“Fuck yes.” She went deeper, gagging a little, eyes watering. Real, messy. Drool on her chin. She loved making him lose it.
After a minute she climbed up, straddling him. Missionary on the couch, legs spread wide. She guided him in, pussy wet and tight. “Mmm, yes… fill me up.”
He thrust up slow, hands on her nice round ass. She rocked, tits bouncing under the tee she still wore. Skin slapped softly. The couch creaked. TV droned in the background—someone arguing about drama.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder, baby.”
He gripped her hips, pounding up. She rode him, grinding her clit against him. Sweat beaded on her forehead. “I’m so close… don’t stop.”
She came first, shaking, pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh fuck, Michael!”
He held her through it, kissing her neck. Then flipped her onto her back properly, legs over his shoulders. Deep thrusts, her moans louder. Neighbors might hear, but they didn’t care right now.
After she caught her breath, she looked at him shy. “You still wanna… try the other thing?”
He nodded, heart racing. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. I trust you.”
They moved to the bed. She got on all fours, ass up. That perfect Latina ass—round, smooth. He grabbed the lube from the drawer, then the anal beads she’d bought last week. Small ones, purple.
“Start slow,” she said, voice a little nervous but excited.
He kissed down her back, licking her pussy first to relax her. Then lubed his fingers, circling her tight hole. One finger in slow. She gasped, pushed back. “Feels weird… but good.”
Added a second. She moaned, rocking. Then the beads—one by one, popping in. She whimpered, gripping the sheets. “Fuck… stretch me.”
He pulled them out slow, watching her hole wink. Then more lube on his cock. “Ready, babe?”
“Yeah. Go slow.”
He pressed the head against her ass. Pushed gentle. She breathed deep. Pop—the head slipped in. She yelped, then sighed. “Oh shit… big.”
He paused, rubbing her back. “You okay?”
“Yeah… keep going.”
Inch by inch. Tight as hell. Hot. She panted, ass clenching. “Fuck… so full.”
Once all the way in, he held still. Let her adjust. She reached back, touching where they joined. “I can’t believe you’re in my ass.”
He started moving—slow thrusts. She moaned louder. “Yes… fuck my ass, baby.”
Picked up speed. Skin slapping harder now. Her ass jiggled with each thrust. Sweat dripped down her back. He grabbed her hips, pounding. “Your ass feels amazing.”
“Harder… I want it rough.”
He gave it to her. Deep, fast. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling screams. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
He reached around, rubbing her clit. She bucked. “Gonna cum… oh god!”
She came hard, ass squeezing his cock like a vice. He couldn’t hold back. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”
“Do it… fill my ass!”
He thrust deep, unloading. Hot spurts, pulsing. Anal creampie. She moaned through it, shaking.
He pulled out slow. Cum leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. Messy, real.
She collapsed on the bed, laughing breathlessly. “Holy shit… that was intense.”
He lay beside her, pulling her close. Kissed her forehead. “You okay? Not too sore?”
“A little… but worth it.” She snuggled in. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The oven timer beeped from the kitchen—sauce probably overcooked now. She groaned. “Fuck. Dinner.”
He chuckled. “I’ll reheat it. You stay here.”
She smiled, pulling the sheet over her naked body. “Hurry back. Round two later?”
“Deal.”
He got up, pants half-on, heading to save the food. Behind him, she stretched, ass still tingling, cum slowly leaking. Just another night in their messy, loving life.

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