Author: Rompecorazones123

I am 3 hours into my shift at the restaurant I used to work at. I keep looking outside for him: the cook everyone tells me I shouldn’t mess with. He’s tall, dark, handsome. He has a reputation for being unfriendly. He was plenty friendly to me though. Especially last week when we were making out in his car outside of my house.

I couldn’t sleep with him that first time, because I am just not that kind of woman. I need to make sure the juice is worth the squeeze before I go there with someone. But fuck did I want to. I could barely walk after he left. I furiously masturbated all night, not sleeping at all.

He comes in, I know my face is red from looking at him. I announce to the staff that I am going to the basement to look through the boxes of paperwork like my boss asked me to. Like I could have done hours ago but didn’t. Read more »

I open the door. “DoorDash,” he says, holding soup. We broke up but I’m sick so he offered to bring me Pho.

I lead him upstairs and tell him to sit. He doesn’t. He’s pacing, not sure how to act. “Sit down,” I say, “ and stop being weird.”

He apologizes and asks me to sit next to him. He hugs me and in one fell swoop he’s laying me down on the bed. He kisses me, parting my lips and flicking his tongue into my mouth the way he does when he’s down south.

His hand grazes my breasts, and I gasp with excitement. Then, My tummy rumbles as his hands make their way to the warmth between my legs, rubbing me over my pj pants. “Do you want to eat first?”

“Don’t stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asks, hand rubbing me over my pants, his warm wet mouth devouring my nipples one at a time.

“Don’t stop playing with my pussy.” I tell him.

His hands slides down my pants and into the wetness. He’s rubbing my clit in circular motions and sucking my nipples. “Lick my pussy, please .” I whisper, practically begging. Read more »