littlefern

My hands holding the person's hip, trying to make them slow down or stop ruining my throat but it's useless.

certainly not as your hips keep rolling back and forth, frantically, non-rhythmically, chasing the friction from my boots, barely enough to keep you on edge, almost enough to push you over, and you know these both to be true, but continue still, and drive yourself closer to a mixture of pure pleasure and unfulfilling insanity, soreness in between your thighs, a wet, steaming mess,

and oh, how pathetic does no longer qualify as you pant and beg and moan and whine, when I lift up my boot against your heat and push hard, making you twitch and squeal, uttering gratefulness in incoherent phrases, while you spill yourself all over the black leather.

it's just so small, and what i'm trying to cover is so much bigger!

not my fault my tits dont wanna fit into the top. One way either my nipples are visible from the low cut centre, or the fat of my tits is visible from beneath the small top - or when they finally sit nicely covered by the fabric... one sharp turn forces them to break free from material-prison and practically escape from the top

and being high and drunk, i do not have enough control of my body to y'know - actually get my clothes to comply.

so i throw my outfit on as best as i can and return downstairs to the party...

fill my drink, walk around, go outside, sit with some friends, get pulled onto someones' lap, havethempushmeasajokeandhavemyTITSCOMPLETELYFALLOUTFOREVERYONETOSEE...

ah well, at least it could be more awkward

instead i start giggling as i feel the someone beneath me reach up to massage my tits, joggle them up and down and flop them 0 large hands gripped around the mounds and playing with them before trying to return them into the top

"god is this top even meant to fit? your tits are out even when you put the top on, you must've bought this at least two sizes too small."

"Guess I'll have to keep them out then!"

I pull the top off again with a flourish, much to the delight of everyone else around the table - someone nearby giving my tit a slap almost as a pat on the back of good for you

although it turns out less than good for me when less than a half hour later midway through truth or dare that seems rather at my expense, I'm made to take my panties off on the table and let someone jerk off with them, made to kneel down from the table to deliver kitten licks to their cock and get them to finish

all the while someone nearby is penetrating my pussy with their fingers - long, fluid strokes that draw my slickness out just to give some lubrication for this person to play with my clit and make me get all moany and bothered

then i'm getting cummed on my pussy and told to let someone else eat it off of my flower whilst I try not to cum, and inevitably have my eyes roll to the back of my head and convulse when i do cum

and with enough alcohol, by the end of the night, i'd been convinced to have my hands handcuffed together and go to a neighbour to offer my body for an hour to whoever answers the naked girl on the porch

the next morning i wake up with a cum splattered body and someone's fingers still in my pussy, a cock brushing my cheek and balls against my lip

"I'm so proud of you!" *slaps you across your face*

"Good job!" *repeated in between twenty spanks on your bare ass*

"You're the prettiest thing I ever got to touch!" *stretching your hole out over a dildo that's just a bit too thick for you to take*

"Look at you being such a perfect toy!" *pushes my boot harder down on the back of your head to keep your face on the floor*

"What nice sounds you're trying to make!" *ignores any signs of struggle as your face is being smothered and your lungs are deprived of air, making them burn and your brain go dizzy*

"you can't get away"

"you're not going anywhere"

"you can't do anything about this"