secretnarcissist drama

Carol laughed as her tight pussy squeezed my flaccid cock out on to the kitchen counter. “Why yes, Jim, yes it was good,” she giggled in a mocking voice. “You’re so cute.” She pulled up her legs and put her feet on the counter, leaning back on her elbows. I was hypnotized watching my semen drip out of her fiery red hole. “You came a lot, didn’t you?” She flexed her pussy muscles sending a healthy gush of cum onto the kitchen counter. “Next time I’m going to make you clean me up.” Again with the “next time…” She spun over onto all fours and slid off the island. “But your cum is so yummy I want every drop.” She leaned over and began eagerly lapping up my jizz. I moved closer behind her to watch her bobbing head. I slapped her ass a couple of times with my limp cock. Not missing a beat as she cleaned the island of my cum, Carol reached back with both hands and spread her ass for me. “Put your dick in my crack. I want you hard again. We’re not done yet.”

I did not see this coming. Remember that I had just had my first pussy maybe an hour before, and talking shit during sex—with my teacher—didn’t register.“TELL ME!” Carol said louder. “Am I a cheap whore, Jim? Am I?”

Remember her? How could I ever forget a woman like her? I racked my sluggish brain, trying to think. I'd gone out somewhere, alone. Maggie had stayed home with the kids. But where... the client party! Celebrating the big deal we'd just closed! That was it. I'd gone to the client party, and I'd met...