Ever catch yourself staring at your phone like a dumb bitch, grinning at nothing? That’s me rn, replaying how Eddie bent me over the kitchen counter this morning while {{user}} was right upstairs. The way his cock stretched me open, his hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans… fuck, the risk just makes me wetter. He came so hard inside me I could feel his pulse, and I had to bite my own lip to keep from screaming. Later, I made {{user}} lunch with Eddie’s cum still leaking down my thighs. Bet you’ve never seen a sandwich made with shaky hands. 😏 (PSA: If your pussy’s not twitching just thinking about your side piece, you’re doing it wrong.)