(Installment 2 of the Cougar Chronicles series.)
Last night I met up with a really fun couple from Feeld in one of the few liberal enclaves of my Red State.
I especially vibed with the F of the FM couple. She had the kindest eyes, was super intelligent and just all around cool. But I had also had a good feeling about her from the start based on her profile pictures.
And her man was interesting, too. It definitely didn’t hurt that he was fly AF, ripped and hung!
We ended up having a great night together that included green curry, red wine, college basketball, and, of course, manage a trois.
We did some bar hopping, some fucking in my hotel room, followed by some more bar hopping, followed by some more fucking in my hotel room. We utilized our time quite well.
These two turned out to be absolute freaks in the sheets. I definitely didn’t anticipate that level of enthusiasm from their profile pics.
Before last night, I’d never been tag teamed quite that intensely. I accepted my role as their fuck toy a few minutes into our first sesh.
At one point during our second round, they launched into a full on blitz of my clit, pussy and ass with their hands and mouths.
My legs were rolled up over my head and I remember feeling like kind of like a lazy fuck doll since I was unable to use my hands or mouth on either them in that curled up position.
For context, I am a tall chick that has never even done a cart wheel. I am the opposite of bendy and acrobatic.
Or so I thought.
The dude was really strong and as he pulled my sturdy, curled up frame down to the edge of the bed, the momentum flipped my legs back all the way over my head.
I rolled backwards over and off the bed, landing on my knees.
So I guess I halfway stuck the landing?
As I was on the floor we laughed and I said “Holy shit, I probably haven’t tuck and rolled since 1985!”
We resumed our play and progressed through all the fun 3 way positions (she was an incredible face sitter by the by).
As per usual, my squirt soaked the bed and we romped pretty hard until I finally had to declare it Sleepytime.
Today I can barely move my neck.
And my under carriage feels like it might have been loved a little too hard.
But I guess them’s the breaks of being a unicorn.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11furqi/ffm_a_cougar_backwards_somersaults_off_the_bed