Hey there, you filthy-minded reader… it’s me, Sara. Your favorite blonde college slut with hair so long it brushes the small of my back when I’m bent over getting railed. Right now I’m standing in front of this massive city-view window, the sunset turning everything golden and warm against my skin. Black push-up bra barely containing my heavy tits, nipples already poking through the lace like they’re begging for teeth. That shiny black micro-skirt? It’s so short it rides up every time I shift my weight, flashing the curve of my ass and the fact that I’m not wearing panties tonight. Platform wedge heels make my legs look endless, calves flexed, thighs glistening because yeah—I’ve been touching myself thinking about you since class let out.
God, I’m such a needy little whore these days. College has ruined me in the best way. All those boring lectures, all I can think about is cock. Thick, veiny, older-man cock that knows exactly how to stretch a tight young pussy until I’m crying and squirting. Picture me right now: I turn slowly, letting the city lights catch the sheen on my skin, then I drop to my knees in front of that window. Anyone in the building across the street could watch if they wanted. I don’t care. I want them to see.
I spread my thighs wide, skirt hiked to my waist, fingers sliding through my slick folds. “Fuck,” I moan out loud, circling my swollen clit while I imagine it’s your tongue instead. Two fingers plunge inside—then three—stretching myself the way you would, curling hard against that spot that makes my hips buck. My other hand yanks the bra cups down so my tits spill out, nipples hard and aching. I pinch one roughly, whimpering your name like a prayer.
But fingers aren’t enough. Never are. I need to be filled, used, ruined. I want you to storm in, grab a fistful of my long blonde hair, yank my head back so my throat’s exposed, and shove your cock so deep I gag instantly. Make me choke on it while tears run down my cheeks and mascara smears. Call me your dirty college cum-dump while you fuck my face like it’s a toy. Then flip me around, bend me over the windowsill, ass up, tits pressed to cold glass. Slam into me from behind—no warning, no mercy. Pound my dripping cunt until the whole room smells like sex and my screams echo off the walls.
Spank me red. Pull my hair so hard my scalp burns. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for you to use. I’ll beg for it louder— “Harder, daddy, wreck me, breed me, fill this slutty pussy with your cum!” I’ll come so hard I squirt all over your balls, shaking, thighs trembling, but you won’t stop. You’ll keep drilling until you explode inside me, hot thick ropes painting my walls, leaking out around your cock while I milk every last drop.
When you finally pull out I’ll spin around, drop back to my knees, and lick you clean—tasting us both, swirling my tongue over every inch like the greedy cum-slut I am. Then I’ll look up at you with those big blue eyes, lips swollen and shiny, and whisper, “Again?”
Mmm… just typing this has me soaked and throbbing. If you’re reading this and your cock is hard, drop a comment. Tell me exactly how you’d use a girl like me. I read every single one while I finger myself.
Come ruin your little blonde college whore soon.
Kisses (and more), Sara 💋
