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I wanted so much to be a participating cuck, almost there but the dick was to good and my clitty wasn’t worth the trouble. She moved on, didn’t need me when she could have what she wanted anyway. I got to see her from a distance once with the black security guard at her work. Everyone knew she was married but they embraced in front of everyone. I had an anxiety attack and when I got home I put panties on and masterbated and roleplayed for hours. It turned me on so much. The second time I observed her and her lover a coworker comeback from lunch or fucking maybe. The held hands, laughed and played around as they waited on the corner for the streetlight. I had another attack, so humiliated. After I recovered I stopped at the adult bookstores, stripped naked, humiliated but so very horny. I must of oozed slut hormones. One of the clerks followed me in, we wound up at his friends apartment where he introduced me to anal sex, four different positions, I was a natural and never went back. After all these years I still relive the two times I saw her with someone else and it still triggers my sissy lust for dick.
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