“Hah, not so hard!” I complained while my college girl phone sex pussy was being reamed, knowing that’d just egg him on and make him fuck harder. I’d left my window open again like an idiot – a knowing idiot but still – and now I was getting railed by a black man with a dark mask on. I shouldn’t have had the first clue as to who it was but unfortunately a woman remembers a cock and I’d felt this cock more than a few times. An ex-boyfriend of mine was roughly taking advantage of me against my bedroom door and if that wasn’t enough. “Are you okay in there?” My mom was up, and acutely aware that the bangs and moans I was making were not normal moans.
I didn’t answer her, I couldn’t, I was too busy holding back dirty phone talk and feeling my insides clamp around him and treat him like they would any phallic wonderment caught in a vice. My pussy rolled, flowed, smothered and even caressed his rod for all it could. He was familiar, comfortable, comforting, and that had me bucking back. What also had me bucking back was the hopes that his thrusts wouldn’t create nearly as much noise if I wasn’t pressed directly against the door because the wet slaps of his prick hitting my womb and his balls smacking my soaked thighs was already enough to alert my mom, I really didn’t need the smashing of my tits and hips against the door like I was some kind of sex toy being abused without mercy. Unfortunately for me, there is no reprieve when it comes to a hard dick trying to burrow its way so deep it never leaves. For every buck back I managed he thrusted harder, pushing against the door all the more anyway and rocking my shitty house like I was doing the lewdest jumping jacks ever. I knew I’d be explaining this to mom later, and that… well, good domination phone sex is worth it.