I checked the hallway one last time, my heart racing as I closed my dorm room door shut. This nasty phone sex we’ve been having all week was just a tease, but now that my roommate is finally out at the library, I need the real thing right now. I’m standing here in that red pleated schoolgirl outfit you obsess over, the one that barely covers my ass, and my breathing has already increased.
“Fuck this pussy baby!” I yelled into the phone, my voice dripping with an aggression that I know makes your head spin. I’m dying to get your dick wet and feel you stretching me out before she comes back and catches us. The air in this tiny room is thick and heavy, smelling like my sweet pussy juices and my baccarat rouge 540 perfume coming off my skin.
I’m soaking through my lace, absolutely desperate for you to throw me onto this twin XL mattress and take what’s yours. I’ve been a naughty college girl, thinking about your cock “pussy soaked” while sitting in lecture, just waiting for the chance to let you dive into this “creamy wet pussy”. I want you to take that “long curved BBC” and shove it up my tight “nigger pussy”, hitting the back of my throat with my screams as I try to keep the noise down.
I want to feel every inch of that thick, dark wood filling me up until I can’t breathe, my legs shaking while you hammer away at my curvy Ebony frame. “Hurry the fuck up and get over here,” I moaned, as my eyes locked on the door while I slid my hand under the red skirt. I’m so wet I’m slipping, imagining you sliding in from the back and hitting that spot that makes me squirt all over these cheap school sheets.
I don’t care about the risk; the danger of getting caught only makes me crave you more. I want to feel your weight on top of me, pinning my arms down while you remind me who I belong to. You’ve been a good little addict, following my lead on the phone, but now it’s time for the physical punishment you’ve been begging for all week long.
I heard a noise in the hall and froze, my adrenaline spiking as I waited for the footsteps to pass. It’s clear for now, but we only have a small window before the quiet of the dorm is shattered. I’m ready to be your “personal slut”, your seductive tease who breaks every rule in the handbook just to feel you “deep inside” me. Don’t make me wait another second; come over and claim this Black girl pussy before I lose my mind from the wait. I’m keeping the line open so you can hear me moan when you finally arrive.
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