[F] I called my bull to fuck me on my garage while my hubby was at home

Ever since I met this guy at a orgy-party last week, I haven’t stopped thinking about that dick. I was obsessed! Big white cock, thick. Perfect to ride and to fill me. I sent nudes and teased him whenever I could. I convinced him to send me a video jacking off in the bathroom at work. All week, all I wanted was to sit on that dick.

On Saturday, I took some pictures to send to him, teasing him the whole time. So I couldn’t wait any longer. The horniness was killing me. My pussy was pulsing. I called him to come fuck me, in the back seat of my car, on my garage, with everyone at home.

It was already around 4:30 pm when he replied that he would be here at 6:00 pm.

I decided to wait in the car while I smoked and relaxed. I started to already feel my pussy getting wet as I remembered his tongue moving slowly over my nipple last week. I positioned camera and light to film everything for hubby. He arrived, opened the back door, sat in the back seat and I jumped on top of him (turning off the light with my head, unfortunately. In my haste to use that man , I didn’t even notice and ruined the filming.)

[F] I paid for my tattoo with a blowjob!

Last sunday I woke up wanting to have some fun.

There was that Tattoo Convention in my city. My friend that was going to be my company ditchted me last minute. So I had to go all by myself. I put some sexy chothes and headed to the convention.

The guy that I was flirting on Tinder was sooo slow. (If there’s something I don’t like, it’s an indecisive man. Do you want to fuck? Say you want to, and we’ll fuck. Staying on “let’s see”, “i don’t know” sucks).

Anyone who follows me on CRS (brazillian swingersapp) knows the love I have for a tall, tattooed man. And what else was there if not tall tattooed man? Hotwife mode ON! I was flirting everything and everyone. But nothing happened. Men were scared or too busy. It seemed that all lust and desire to do evil things would be in vain. I came back home.

As soon as I get home, I get a message on CRS: A tattoo artist from out of town. Said he was at the event. And that you wanted to meet me.