She was the kind of girl that, though she didn't really horny that often, whenever she did – she was like a cat in heat. She had to get some. And most of the time, her dildos and her thoughts were enough to keep her from just going out to Midtown and fucking whomever she could find.
She was simply beautiful. Her legs were toned and smooth. Her butt - curvaceous and round, in the just the wave a woman should be shaped. She loved to be bent over a table and smacked, just so she could stick out her perfect little ass.
But fortunately for her, she found Dave.
Or, rather, fortunately for Dave.
Dave, the tall blond athletic type, was someone she'd met about a year ago. What started off as a sweet relationship turned into intense sex… and then friendship… and now back to intense sex. He was a fighter, working out all the time. He had to be, because training was the only thing that kept him in good enough shape to fuck her as long and as hard as she needed.
She needed to be fucked. She needed to be pinned against walls. Trapped in doorways. Captured in bathrooms at random parties. The kinkier it was, the better. She didn't just want to be tied up, she wanted to be forced to being tied up. She never wanted to really be out of control, but at the same time, that sense that she almost couldn't stop Dave – it made her dripping wet.
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They usually fucked in her apartment. It was spacious, the things in it were nice, but most importantly, she lived alone. They would do it in the kitchen, on the couch, or out on the balcony on a nice night.
Until things changed. A friend at work was stranded and screwed, and was suddenly without a place to stay. Being the good friend, she put her up for as long was needed, in the spare bedroom.
Sue was a British girl, with a slight accent. She had short hair, and wasn't as tall as. She was cute, and sexxy, and definitely fuckable. |