I’ve got a pretty intense public sex kink, which results in me getting into some risky situations, but one from last summer still makes me wet whenever it pops into my head.
Last summer I dated a guy a few years younger than me, and any time we were alone we’d be on top of eachother.
On one particular afternoon, we’d just had an incredibly intense fuck over the kitchen counter. I was on my knees, taking his balls inside my mouth to finish him off… When the front door clicked open, with my Dad announcing he’d returned home. We both went into ‘act natural’ mode immediately; I went and distracted him with light conversation, praying to God he didn’t smell dick on my breath, while I left my ex to stuff his cock back into his tight jeans. We both chat to my Dad for a brief moment, before announcing that we were going to hop on the next train to get to my exes’ place pretty soon anyway, and left the house.