1. The Judge:


    Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: Hottmom1975, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    so I started moaning and yelling at him to fuck me. I was literally screaming, “fuck me, fuck me hard mother fucker, fuck me fat boy, fuck me hard fat boy.” I figured I would break him or his heart would just explode. I ended up passing out I guess. I’m not sure how much more that fucker fucked me that night. I woke up beside him and he was asl**p like a big bear for the winter. Not sure a train would have woken him up if it had drove through the house. I was searching the room all over trying to find all of my clothes. There were no less than a dozen used condoms lying around the bed on the floor, most filled with visible amounts of cum. As I dressed I really began to notice how sore I was. Not like all over, just my pussy. My pubic bone felt bruised and my pussy was raw and sore from being fucked so many times with such aggression. I’m not even sure I came that night but there was no doubt he did. Although I’m not sure how he came that many times. I finished dressing and exited the room and walked through the house on my way to my car. As I walked past the kitchen area there were about 4 guys standing there talking over breakfast. After I ...
    walked by I could hear them laughing and carrying on. I wasn’t sure why, or even who they were. A few weeks later my friend told me she heard I had a good time. I asked he what made her say that and she said that his roommates said it sounded like I had a good time. “Oh my God,” I thought. I was not aware this guy had roommates. Apparently they were there that night and I didn’t even know it. They were all getting a chuckle out of me screaming, “fuck me fat boy” half the night. I was embarrassed a little at first, but then I thought, “what the hell, who cares what they heard.” They are men and they probably were all in their separate rooms listening to their friend fuck me as they all jerked off and tried to keep pace with their roommate. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know they were there. I would have probably been much more sore than I already was. We talked a few more times on the phone but no more meeting. I think I was still kind of wondering what the fuck I had done and he was probably thinking he was lucky that even happened and that he might as well leave good enough alone and move on. Either way, it worked out well. On to the next…..
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