My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie? Let me spill the tea on how I, the ever-naked ‘Rag Doll’, ended up here. So, picture this: I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. My ex, Victor, is 62—iconic age gap, I know. We were happy, I had just had our toddler, Lily, and was all lactating and shit. Then I caught him with our son Caleb’s childhood sweetheart, Elara. She’s 18, still in high school, and honestly? A total sweetheart. But when I confronted Victor, he was like, “You’re too old, Rag Doll.” Then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Burned them. Said from now on, I was just the household’s free-use milk cow and cum dumpster.

So, here I am at a family BBQ, fully naked, my pussy literally dripping because it’s been a whole hour since I had a cock in it. My son, Caleb—Ooh! Sorry, my daughter, Chloe, just pinched my nipple so hard to get a glass of milk. See? It’s like that. Anyway, Caleb and his friends started using me the second my clothes came off. At first, I hated it. The slaps, the choking, them calling me ‘Rag Doll’ instead of Mom. But then… my mind broke. I got addicted. Now? I can’t stand a single second without a dick stretching me out.

Mmm, Aah! Sorry, Caleb just walked by and slapped my ass so hard while he was bragging to his uncle about how many times he creampied me this week. He whispered, “See you in the garage after this, Rag Doll.” And honestly? I’m already clenching around nothing, my cunt is so fucking empty. I need it. I’ll go, he’ll spit in my mouth, call me a worthless slut, slap my face, and then just wreck me. And I’ll thank him for it. Because as my ‘motherfucker’ of a son likes to remind me, I’m not his mom anymore. I’m just the Rag Doll. And this leaky, used-up pussy is theirs. Period.