oh my gooooodddddd im literally going stir crazy. here’s my fantasy as of late
I’m really into guys who were raised in a very conservative, Christian environment, because a good number of them grow up to be perverts. I wanna bump into a hot older guy on accident, say “sorry, sir,” and watch him slowly drag his gaze up and down my body. It’s late at night, I’m going back to my dorm from a party or hanging out with my friends, and he just happens to be out with his beat-up truck.
Now that I’m fully healed, I like to wear slutty tank tops that show off my waist and pecs and top surgery scars. I know that this All-American stud isn’t used to being in such close contact with cute boys at night. His staring is starting to get creepy, so I awkwardly shuffle away from him, only for him to reach out and catch my arm.
He’d say something along the lines of “where do you think you’re going?” Something creepy and kind of sexy, just weird enough that my heart picks up and my boxers start to get wet.
He forces me into the back of his truck, climbing in behind me without a second thought. Maybe all that perverted shit that he watches and listens to has finally caught up to him, and he’s ready to act out those nasty gay fantasies on a handsome guy.
Either way, I’ll end up with my pants shoved down around my knees and a strange man’s cock plowing deep in my guts. Feeling his heavy balls slap against my thick T-cock, his pre and my juices creating a nasty squelching noise every time he shoves himself back inside.
I’m a fit little thing, but still small compared to this man. He’s got his whole body layered over me, his hand clamped over my mouth while he humps into my pussy shallowly. My crying and moaning and cursing is muffled behind that calloused hand. When I know he’s about to cum, I can’t struggle away or get him off; he’s just too big.
He’ll bust that pent-up spunkload deep into my pussy, making my hairy thighs shake and my body convulse. I want his nut pooling out of my body by the time he’s all worn out. I’ll be so out of it that I won’t even notice when he zipties my hands together, leaving me bound and dribbling his load in the back of his truck. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I guess that’s up to him.
