Wrong Hard Cock To Ring In The New Year ♕

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First of all, I have to finish telling you the story of my new year dick. I finished telling you, crawled into bed with him, and evidently, I gave him a spook, right? I startled him by grabbing a hold of him. First, He acted as if it was the wrong hard cock I was holding. It wasn’t until he woke up, officially as I was telling him who I was, that he seemed comfortable, and next his body responded to me, and he started to give me exactly what I’d been waiting for all New Year’s Day.

I was so drunk and sloppy that I forgot to turn on the light. It was dark, but our hands did the seeing for both of us. He explored my body with his mouth and his hands. And he did it with so much force and aggression like I was an addiction. And he was trying to get his fix. Like I said, I was super drunk, and his body felt different to me, almost like the wrong hard cock. Somehow, he was a little thicker, with a little more hair in places I don’t remember them being, but how he fed at me with his mouth and fingers made me quickly forget.

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I wrapped my legs around his head and squeezed him, trying to suffocate him with my pussy. He twirled his tongue around my clit and made me arch my back and moan out for him. He had some new tricks evidenced by some of the things he was doing. Maybe I was that drunk. My pussy was soaking wet, and everything felt so good. I barely noticed my phone ringing. It was New Year’s after all; what if somebody had gotten stranded?  I grabbed my phone.  Then he raised his head from between my legs. I pushed his head back down.

At last, I look at my phone and realize I must be super drunk. My New Year Dick was calling.  The same one that was between my legs right now. How could this be?  Had I grabbed the wrong hard cock? However, I answered the phone, but he flooded me with questions. Where was I? Why didn’t I come home? Why was I  breathing heavily? What was I doing? He could tell by my panting that I was getting pleasure of some kind, and he got pissed, yelling at me, telling me he was leaving, calling me a bitch and a whore, and then the phone hung up.

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At that moment, I had pleasure flooding my whole body. First, did I care?  Second, I had grabbed the wrong hard cock.  Thirdly… but whose cock? Who was this stranger between my legs, eating me like he had been starving for a century? My brain is cloudy with all kinds of thoughts. Did I come home on my own? Did I go home with someone else? I reached my hand down, placed it on the top of his head, and ground myself against his mouth, riding his face up and down. His hair was thin on top, and my fingers moved to those ears, grabbing ahold of them as if they were handlebars and grinding myself against him harder.

The idea of having the wrong hard cock inside of me (a mystery cock in a sense) excited me. I want you to fuck me, I told him. He wrapped his lips around my clit and gave it a final hard-sucking motion. He threw my legs apart and slid his body in between them.  I couldn’t see his face in the dark, and I felt that wrong hard cock as it pushed its way inside of me, and I screamed out for him.

His length was average, but the thickness was something to admire, and I felt him stretch my tiny little pussy out. Next, my body shook as it came loudly for him. It must’ve been too much after I woke him up. He had no time for a condom. And finally, I felt his body twitch and his head kicked back, and he screamed his orgasm, and I felt him fill my pussy with his hot steamy cum.

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