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Would you play rough with my wife's overly sensitive nipples?

Treat me roughly

Meet my girlfriend’s 47-year-old sister, who I think would be perfect for getting roughly fucked in the ass by a few man in one night

Her pussy bends to be fucked roughly

I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

Mature Pussy

I was 29 at the time. I was chatting with a 49 year old woman on AFF. We were from the same city. We decided to meet. She came over and we talked candidly about sex, sharing our experiences. She told me she got fucked by a 12-inch black cock a week earlier and she loved it. Now my cock is 4 inches when max aroused, so I was pretty impressed how this older woman could take that cock.

We got to taking our clothes off. She was by no means very attractive, maybe a 6-7. She was aroused easily, her hungry cunt was slick as soon as I touched her clit. She gobbled my 4-inches into her mouth no problem. I was not gentle with her either. I had four fingers into her easy cunt getting her ready for me. My throbbing cock slid easily into her wide, loose pussy. Man, her mature cunt drooled all over my cock as I stroked into her at a smooth pace, mmm. This cunt was so juicy, I had to taste it so I pulled out and got my lips and tongue all over her shaved pussy. Man this woman was bucking her hips and ready to explode. I slid my rock hard shaft back into her hot, wide cunt and pounded her sloppy cunt with everything I had. To my surprise she started squirting all over us. She was loving my cock, so I decided to cum inside this pussy. I picked up my pace and strength, and finally after some rough pounding, I shot a huge load balls deep into her loose cunt. We layed together on the bed panting.

She told me she won't get pregnant, lmao. She cleaned herself up and said 'thanks for the fun.' I'll never forget that slack, used, easy and mature cunt.

Age not important, neither is martial status. Married pussy is the best pussy! Looking for (consensual role-play IRL) a bad little bitch who needs to be put back in her place. Corrected and adjusted, hair pulled, restrained, spanked, choked, pinned down and taken. Rough, aggressive, I'll strip you down to nothing and leave you exposed and vulnerable,. I'll naturally be unable to contain myself, and you will be mine. It's ok to fight back a bit, ask me to stop. We both know you want it. You've been a bad girl haven't you? This is exactly what you deserve. Be female. Be near Houston

A Confession:

Aside from a string of learning experiences with guys when I was younger, a few times getting off with other guys in booths and porn theaters, and one real gay affair half-my-life=-ago, I’ve been straight while referring to myself as ‘bi-adjacent’. I just prefer women. I don’t connect with men emotionally and for the most part don’t find them, aside from a nice cock, attractive.

But I’ve been without a girlfriend, or even a semi-steady playmate, for a few months now. My last girlfriend moved to the East Coast and my RV friend moved on to follow work. That being said, I find myself recalling those early days in Mike’s treehouse, my friend, Darry, who would spend the night, sneak into my room, and have me get him off (he liked to be ridden), the old man who used to bring over lingerie to fuck me in (that was the one affair), and the guy who rough-fucked me in the video booth (something I was NOT prepared for), more with longing than as memories. So I confess that I’m going to be out and about, looking for cock and getting laid by it. Wanna get those fantasies taken care of and out of the way. I’m still craving pussy and the emotional attachment I get from women. I like waking up with them, going to sleep with them, having breakfast with them. I just simply enjoy their company in ways that I don’t with men.

But at the same time, I would adore being on my back, a cock in me, stirring me up, balls slapping against my crack, and then feeling it pulse where I’m tender. If I could give someone head right now in preparation for a good fucking, I would.

Whichever way it goes, I’ll drop by and let you know.

You can of course be from anywhere. Drive or fly, IDC. Get a room somewhere, can be seedy and cheap and really play to the ambience. Tape the room key to the inside of the dnd sign. Go take a long hot shower, or a nap. Wake up with a hand clamped around your mouth, a voice in your ear telling you not to scream. I mean really you're just a bad little brat who needs to be put back in her place. Corrected and adjusted, hair pulled, restrained, spanked, choked, pinned down and taken. Rough, aggressive, I'll strip you down to nothing and leave you exposed and vulnerable,. I'll naturally be unable to contain myself, and you will be mine. It's ok to fight back a bit, ask me to stop. We both know you want it. You've been a bad girl haven't you? This is exactly what you deserve.

... and if you did drive or fly in... imagine that bruised and battered, full of cum walk of shame and that long ride home. Re-living it, replaying it.