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It was last December, when I once again downloaded Grindr to search for a guy to have my first time with. To see, if I really like what these urges I had for 3 years planted into my head. I took pictures from my always shaved ass in the bathroom to show these Tops on Grindr what I had to offer. On the next day, I met with my best friend to watch some football at his home. I have to tell that I was super excited about that, of course I knew nothing would happen, but since I'm 15, since these thoughts started, I wanted to have sex with him. I like the imagination of him and his big dick pounding me. So we took some snacks and watched the Bundesliga games. It was a fun time until that one mista

Fernando was not going to be able to delete them from my cell phone since I had a password and I did not have the preview activated when my cell phone had the screen locked. I sent many photos and videos that I was surely going to use at future times to masturbate, close-up photos of my cousin's cock, videos where you could see how his cum came out of his cock, videos where he masturbated and talked dirty to his ‘sluts’ and different photos where he was naked, showing his muscles and with an erected cock. In total, I sent about 8 videos and about 20 pictures.

My waist curved gently into wide hips, and between my thighs, a neat patch of dark hair framed what was already glistening with arousal. I stepped closer until my breath fogged the glass slightly. “You re already dripping wet you little cunt,” I whispered, voice low and husky. One hand cupped my left breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between my fingers until a sharp spark of pleasure made my knees weak. My other hand trailed down my stomach, slow and deliberate, nails lightly scraping. When my fingers finally reached my pussy, I was soaked. Fuck! I spread my legs a little wider, toes curling into the rug. Two fingers parted my slick folds, exposing the swollen pink flesh t

I had my pre-typed out grindr and sniffies description: Sleeping slut for use: Bottom looking to be used unconscious. Staying at the ******* hotel, room 214, door will be open all night. Taking sleeping pills. Looking for guys to use me, kinks welcum, minus scat. Recording session so wear a mask and leave an email address on the table if you would like a copy. After use, leave a tally. Mark on my ass so I know how many I had through the night. Have fun guys! 😈

The signal was scrambled, and her posts would show as being from many different places—but never Bowling Green, Kentucky. The browser window opened, and Jessica immediately wanted to puke. There on the front page was a picture of her, the nude parts of her body blacked out. There was a link at the bottom that said 'not safe for work'. She assumed those were the completely nude ones. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have ever thought that no one would get hold of these pictures? Naive wasn't even a good excuse. She had been flat out a dumbass, through and through.

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.

Looked good in the dim lamp light, it was thick, hard as fuck because it was already standing now, the way Lena always said she liked it. He snapped the dick pic quick: base gripped tight, shaft angled up, just enough shadow to make it look..filthy. No caption. He hit send without looking twice. He grinned and went back to jerking, then he looked at the name at the top of the chat. Joan. “Fuck.” His gut twisted. He’d tapped the wrong conversation. His little sister’s name sat right above Lena’s in his recents chats because they’d been arguing about whose turn it was to buy toilet paper earlier that night.

Tierra sighed, carefully sneaking out the room, not wanting to wake the others up. Damien Damien sighed as he turned over, trying to sleep. He felt guilty about what had happened. He looked at his side, watching Lauren as she slept peacefully, the sheets covering her naked body. Damien let out a another sigh. After beating poor Tierra almost to death Lauren dragged him to his room so that he could make it up her. In other words, 'make love to her'. Damien didn't look at it as making love. To him it was just meaningless sex.

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

I tapped on the gallery and my eyes went wide. The first video showed a woman on her knees. A man stood in front of her, his pants open. She had his thick cock in her mouth, sucking it slowly, her lips stretched around it. Wet sounds came from the phone. My face burned. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t. I kept watching.