My Steamy Story: Happy, 42, married, 4'11, filipina. extr...

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Okay, bestie, time to spill the tea. So I’m 42, married, filipina, 4’11 of pure chaotic energy, and my main character fantasy has always been a successful white man, no cap. Enter Mark, 63, this boujee businessman with major DILF energy. We were working together on this community project, and the vibes in those meetings? Sheesh. The way he looked at me had me feeling some type of way, but the guilt was so real.

He pursued me HARD. After one late meeting, he cornered me, his hand on my lower back, and was like, "I can't stop thinking about you." My pussy was literally throbbing. I gave in, we went to his hotel room, and when he dropped his pants? OOF. His dick was a legit 10-inch monster, thick and veiny AF. I panicked and was like, "Mark, that's not gonna fit, I'm so sorry, can I just suck it?" He nodded, looking so hungry.

I went down, taking as much as I could, my mouth stretched wide. I was gagging but so turned on. He grabbed my hair and groaned, "I'm gonna cum," and I just let him, swallowing every drop. It was iconic.

But the next time? We used so much lube. I was on top, guiding him into my tight little pussy, inch by painful, incredible inch. I had to breathe through it, but when he finally bottomed out, hitting my cervix? The pleasure was unimaginable. I came instantly, screaming, then came again and again until I literally collapsed on his chest, a shaking, blissed-out mess. Zero regrets, period.