So I had to go to the bank, and I knew things were going wrong before I got there because I could feel my nipple at least one and then later two rubbing against my sweatshirt. Of course I did wear my stupidest of all bras, it was a gift from that couple and I have been missing him, and our play, but still I realized I had put on weight when I couldn’t fit in it and was bouncing out of the top.
The young Chinese man that helped me, didn’t help things as he was clearly staring at part of me that is not my eyes. It is weird, these moments, my cheeks flush with shame, but at the same time, my pussy is drenching my jeans, my brains says drop to your knees and suck him off, my brain says fix this you shameless stupid whore and hide your titties away, my back arches just enough to be slightly painful. My mouth says, “I need to use your restroom”
I realized I had been putting on weight, which makes sense as I have liked titty fucking more than usual. All things titty more than usual. So then I had to masturbate in the bathroom stall, because for some reason humiliation and sex are all tied up together, that and my pussy was demanding attention.
Then I went home all quiet, but I was rewarded. I will write about that the next time I have a chance, I usually don’t have privacy on the weekends. But I will say, after watching some of my party videos, I do think natural tits bounce way better than fake ones.
So of course the guy I totally didn’t want to fuck at the party, who wouldn’t let me sleep at the end of it all, ends up being the guy I fuck the most on going. It always seems to work like that. I swear I will stop the sex-work, I swear I won’t fuck that guy and well, some time I will stop hiding out at the places I swear I will.
Are really not that bad, I mean depending on who is conducting. My exs friend Tim of well, slept with him when we I was with my ex guy, which isn’t that specific, but have been letting him get me to entertain. It’s not that bad, he isn’t all controlling. Plus what haven’t I already done? Plus he gets my weird fetish about old fat guy sucking on me a bit. It is not that bad. Just sitting on someone’s lap for awhile. Although I do hope I get over it soon as it kind of sicks me out.
Luckily they come off
I tried to do something different, so this is me in my tights. I can pull them all the way up over my titties because they make them so big. They are s/xs. It makes my nips angry though you can tell. Mean ole angry nips. Lol.
I like the slideshows best there is something about the movement that reminds me of really fucking. The really good kind
I looked over at the man saying that to me.
“I’ll call K. she can call you and you can take care of him “he said. I guess he is in the biz of getting women for famous guy who fucks a lot.
“Sure” I said. I didn’t mean it. I will not. I could meet him but no, gross-out from here. Disgusting. I am disgusted, because this guy is famous I am at his disposal, I will play but not how they are thinking I will. He will never be inside me.