Mag-log inHe'd left early this morning.
Good. Because I don't wanna see his fucking face anyway.Except that was a lie, and I hated how easily the lie sat on my tongue.I wanted him to see me.Wanted him to look at me and remember exactly what he'd thrown away.Wanted him to feel the exact pain I was feeling.I want him to notice me. I want him to look right at me. I wanted him to see what he'd chose to let go. I wanted him to feel the pain I felt every day.The anger had not gone. It even grew sharper, so sharp i could point it directly at him now.I was done being the girl who she shed tears into her pillow while the guys she wants fucks every single girl he sees.If he really wants to act like I don't exist, I'd make sure to give him one hell of a contest.I sat up for a second, then rolled out of bed, my bare feet hit the floor, and it was very very cold. I went straight to my closet. I ripped through hHer pussy lips parted as he pressed his dick right against her dripping entrance and buried his dick deep inside her.“FUCK! Fuck—fuck—fuck! Oh my god...Fuck—” She screamed.Her back bowed off the table and her tits heaved upward. Her head threw back, and her mouth opened wide and closed again after letting out a very loud gasp.She was shaking, and her thighs parted very wide as she held on the table for balance.From my cruel, perfect side angle, I saw it all in a very crazy slow motion.His thick cock tapping on her clit, then tapped again before he rested it on her slit and pushed it in, splitting her pink lips wide and impossibly thin around his dick.The fat vein under his pussy throbbed visibly as he sank deeper, until his heavy balls pressed against her ass with a soft, wet slap and every last inch of his dick was completely lost in her dripping pussy.He filled her in completely.Broken moans exploded o
Her breath hitched sharp and loud, and her legs spasmed, spreading wider on the table.Her heels scraped the edge of the table as her thighs parted obscenely. Her pussy lips blooming open like a wet invitation, leaving shiny trail leading down to her asshole.He middle finger tapped the middle of her pussy, and it gave a very wet pop. He taped again, and again, and again.Then her rest his palm on her pussy.She let out a raw, desperate gasp, the sound punched straight into my throbbing clit.“Fuck—oh fuck, yes, touch me there.”He didn’t move yet.Just held his hand there, letting her heat soak into his skin, her juices were dripping more now, coating his palm.He move his face teasingly beside her ear.“That's a lot of juice for me,” he whispered. “This greedy little girl's got a lot of juice—.”“—For you,” she panted, with a very slutty voice. “Soaked and needing your cock.”My pussy clenched hard
She stepped out of the dress slowly, her left black heel scraping deliberately across the floor, then she kicked the dress aside with a sharp flick that sent it skittering.She stood there in nothing but that sheer black lace and those cock-teasing strappy heels that clicked softly every time she shifted her weight.The bra was a transparent black lace so thin that it was basically a taunt. Her wide, dusky areolas bled through it dark and teasing, her fat nipples were now stiff like a bullet, straining against the mesh like they were desperate to be freed and abused. The cups shoved her heavy tits up obscenely high, her deep cleavage spilling over the top in soft, jiggling curves that were very inviting.The thong was almost illegal, a tiny high-cut scrap. The crotch was dark and clinging transparently, outlining every fold of her pussy and the hard, protruding knot of her clit like a sign screaming 'fuck me'.She was waxed bare.Smooth.
I heard them long even before the door opened, and every fucking sound sent a pulse straight into my cunt.His footsteps was slow, heavy, deliberate, and the was floorboards creaking under his weight like every step was shaking the whole house. I heard hers too. They were sharp clicks that sound like some sky-high heels, and gave out almost melodic sound with each click.Her voice was what I heard first, low and husky, very teasing: “God, this is mysterious… where are you taking me this time?”I didn't hear him talk, he's probably said something that I didn't hear, or didn't say anything at all.That was when the door opened with a soft, ominous click.Then he switched on the light, and harsh, white-hot floodlights turned on, making the entire room look like some pro porn set.And there they were.The black T-shirt clinging to every ridge of his muscle. They were stretched so tight across his chest I could see his nipple
His fingers went into my short, and pressed against firm, and possessively pressed against my pussy.The whole of my body jolted immediately and my head spun in circles immediately I felt that contact. But—I wasn’t wet. Yet.I was too anxious to even get wet at the moment.He kept his hand there, and kept his eyes locked his eyes on mine, making me hold his gaze while he felt my pulsing pussy.“You’re not wet,” he said with that law dark voice.I couldn’t speak. I couldn't even nod.His fingers pressed on again, harder this time, hard but obviously avoiding going inside of me.“You will be.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, and his breath was fucking hot. "You'll be. You'll be when you watch me fuck her. You’re going went wet so much you'll drench this short. You're not even on panties that I could squeeze so you'll see for your self how wet you are”He hissed, removed his hand, and took just on
I woke up on the cold gym bench that I'd rested, and slept off on hours ago.Alone.I don't even how I didn't remember to go back into my fucking room. The harsh and very bright overhead lights were still on, throwing back my reflection at me from every mirror like it's a fucking Porn auditioning. My leggings were twisted, and my bra were soaked with sweat that'd now gone cold. My thighs ached. My pussy still throbbed with that low vibration that hadn’t stopped since he’d left me after finger-fucking my brains out on this same floor hours ago.I sat up slowly, and my head was pounding, the memory of his fingers inside me slammed back into my chest like some flashback that came at the wrong right time.He’d made me cum my brains out.Then he’d said starting tomorrow night.I don't even fucking know what it is at this exact moment.I just managed to drag myself off the bench, as my legs were literally shaking, and carefull







