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That night, I was asleep when I heard, “I want to have you. Can I kiss you all over? Can I suck your cock? Can my pussy have you?”

Groggy, knowing she wouldn’t take no as an answer, I responded from a dark distance in my mind, “Yes, but don’t expect anything from me.”

“I never do,” she said as her mouth descended to my cock to breathe life into it.

When she emerged above the covers to mount me and I opened my eyes to see her ample breasts hovering above me reflecting the blue aura of her phone screen, I said, “What?” thinking that something on her phone had brought on this sudden amorous mood.

“I just can’t help it. I can’t stop myself,” she said, beginning to rise up and down as she would when posting on a horse — using her free hand on my chest to push herself up.

“What are you looking at?” I asked with annoyance.

“I already got fifty responses to the ad.”

“Anything good?”

“Mostly crap, but I like hearing how they want to fuck me.”

Her pace increased. She was using two hands now — one to hold her phone and the other to scroll through messages and view pics submitted by interested parties.

“Daddy,” she said in her guilty voice.

“Yes,” I said as I inched my way up further into her puss from below.

“I jilled it today.”

There’s no surprise there, but the fact that she was telling me this indicated that there was more to the story. “To what?”

“Well. . . someone wrote to us. A fan said that he can’t get enough of me. I was thinking about that. Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. Who was this fan?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. It got me wet. That is all.”

Her hands were fidgeting with the buttons on her phone. Eventually she settled on one pic and held her phone with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other, still posting on my cock.

“You fuck like a porn star,” I told her. Her tongue licked her lips as she looked down at me. She clearly liked to hear that. Her eyes went back up into her head. She bounced faster and harder as her breasts rose and fell, following her torso. She dropped the phone and pulled on her nipples with both hands. “You’re my own personal porn star,” I said, freely speaking the thoughts as they crossed my mind.

Both hands reached down and pushed on my chest to elevate her hips as she said, “Daddy, I’m squirting.” Sure enough, she ejaculated all over my cock and thighs.

“You fucking dirty slut!” I called out to her. That was it. That was enough to send her over the top. She started screaming. The windows were open. The neighbors could hear. She didn’t care. She is bad.

[Excerpt from the story, “Get Your Freak On!” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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