I'd not seen Kelly in a few weeks, not since our text exchange. I didn't think she was avoiding me, though she may have been a little embarrassed by the frankness of our exchange. Understandably so, it was very candid. I saw her parents leave their house...
My phone buzzed…... "I'm beginning to regret having my tits done." "Why Kelly? They're magnificent." "No guy ever looks beyond them, looks at me. I'm just tits on a very short, fat stick." "I looked beyond them Kelly, yes I enjoyed them, but I went beyond...
It had been a week since Kelly and I had fucked. The memory of it was rarely out of my mind, getting my hands on her tits had been a fantasy of mine for years. Getting to fuck her was something I thought I'd never do. I smiled broadly when I received her...
It didn't take long for the texts to appear. Pleading with me not to show the video and offering me my money back. I didn't want my money back, I wanted my money's worth. The texts became ever more desperate, telling me how she could lose her job if that...
I still saw Kelly, albeit infrequently, but thought it best to keep my distance after I had cum in her bra cup. She'd told me she'd filmed me for a while, I hoped she hadn't, but had no way of knowing. I was washing my car when she drove past, dropped her...
