Sexual tension

My Story Time:

Okay besties, gather 'round because I am about to spill the tea and y'all are not ready. So my husband Simon was away on his annual "golf trip" – which, let's be real, is just a cover for him and his boys to get white-girl wasted – and I was feeling some type of way. Low-key neglected, high-key horny. So I texted his best friend, JJ. I was like, "Hey, bored. Simon's gone." And his response? "OMW." Iconic.

He shows up at my door and, sheesh, the man is pure D-R-I-P. But the real main character energy was the massive BBC print in his sweats. No cap, my pussy got wet instantly. We barely made it to the couch before his hands were all over me, pulling my leggings down. He started whispering the filthiest things in my ear, like, "Simon doesn't know how to treat this pretty pussy, does he? Bet he never makes you scream." And I was just moaning, "No, he doesn't, oh my god." JJ went down on me and his tongue game was the GOAT, making me cum so hard I saw stars. Then he flipped me over, and I felt his huge dick pressing against me. He slid inside and I gasped, "Fuck, yes, give it to me." The way he was pounding me, talking about how much better he was than Simon... it was so wrong but so, so right. I came again, screaming his name, and honestly? Zero regrets. Period.