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Admitted I want my shy sexy girlfriend I want her to fuxk another man..
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Last night whilst I had her bent over running my cock alone her slit teasing her clit I said who’s pussy is it is it mine (and we are going through a bad patch in are relationship maybe good to add for context) and she started moaning hard I was shocked but when she said no,
Who’s is it … no reply so I said are you going to let another man fuck you and she moaned yeah tbc if people want to hear more..
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So last night, we were in one of those moments where the air feels heavy, like every little move means something. We’ve been going through a rough patch, you know… so maybe that’s why it hit different.
I was close to her, close enough to feel her breathing change. I leaned in and asked, “Whose is it? Tell me.”
She didn’t answer — just let out this quick gasp. So I pushed it, said, “You going to let someone else take what’s mine?”
That’s when she made this sound… it wasn’t even a word, just this low, drawn-out moan. And I couldn’t tell if it was her challenging me or giving in. Honestly, that silence after was louder than anything she could have said. |
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So I’m standing there, trying to read her — because with us right now, every look, every pause, feels loaded.
She doesn’t break eye contact, but she still won’t give me a straight answer.
I step in closer, and I can feel her tense up just a little, but not like she’s pulling away — more like she’s bracing for whatever’s coming next.
I say it again, softer this time, “Whose is it?”
She finally moves, but it’s just her head turning away slightly, like she doesn’t want me to see whatever’s on her face. And then, in this almost careless tone, she says, “Maybe it’s not yours anymore.” Maybe I want to be fucked by another man
And I swear, for a second, I didn’t know if I was supposed to be angry, turned on, or both. The whole thing had this mix of danger and challenge, like she wanted to see what I’d do next.
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So after she said that, she gave me this little half-smile — not a sweet one, more like she knew exactly what kind of game she was playing.
She didn’t even have to touch me. Just the way she was looking at me… it was enough. Like she could see right through me, straight to the fact that I was already gone.
She took her time, almost deliberately slow, moving just enough to make me feel it without giving me what I wanted. And I could tell — she knew. She knew she had me.
The more I tried to hold my ground, the more she seemed to enjoy pushing it, saying little things, tilting her head, letting her voice drop in that way she does when she wants to get under my skin.
And the worst part? It worked. My chest felt tight, my breathing was off, and yeah… I was fighting to keep control, but inside, I was completely hers in that moment. |
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"It sounds like she already has fucked someone else. "
Yep, judging by that story, think it might have been me she fucked. Heard the exact same story from a woman I fucked.
It happened in London though so…. |
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Hey thanks for all the comments !
To be honest honest I hadn’t even thought of the fact she might of already ! Started to get anxious reading it annoyed me the thought of it buttttt a big but odds my dick has let me down and is rock hard at the thought of it ! Let me know what you think and I’ll carry on if people want to no x |
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So I’m standing there, trying to act like I’m still in control, but she’s already flipped the script.
She steps in a little closer, not even touching me — just close enough that I can feel the heat coming off her.
Then she tilts her head and says, “You’re not so sure anymore, are you?”
And it’s like she’s reading my mind. I try to smirk it off, but my voice comes out a little too low, a little too rough.
That’s when she leans in, right to my ear, and whispers something I’m not even gonna repeat… but it was enough to make my stomach drop and my pulse spike at the same time.
She leans back, eyes locked on me, and I swear she’s just drinking in the fact that I’m right there on the edge. And in that second, I knew — she wasn’t playing to win. She’d already won.
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