DISCLAIMER: This story takes places about four years ago, back when we were all 19/20, hence the age difference in my other posts. We’re all four years older now, because that’s how time works. The above ages are from this story’s time.
Lacy was probably the wildest partner I had at the time. She was breaking free from a strictly religious upbringing and flaunting her sexuality as if it were the first flag to ever be planted atop a previously un-championed mountain. She was proud of her pussy and the poundings she could both take and dish out. She was the type who went unsatisfied unless you had to beg her to stop because your dick was about to snap. This story’s events are probably one of the freakier things we did. I’m sure she’s out there still very much the same, only now she’s probably a dominatrix stomping on men’s balls or something equally graphic.