Unlocking My Private Locker: The Raw Night I Surrendered to Dédé
He hikes up my nightie. No kisses. No foreplay. Just bends me over. Doorway fuck. His cock—thick, rock-hard—rams in. So wet already. Slams deep. Brutal thrusts. I gasp. Never like this. Raw animal need. I cum fast, walls clenching. His hot spurts flood me. We roar together.
No break. Flings me on bed. Legs spread. Pounds again. Pussy squelches. Insults fly: ‘Horny slut!’ Fuels me. I buck wild. Then he flips me. Aims at my ass. Never let anyone before. But tonight? I push back. He stretches me. Burns sweet. Fills me full. Deeper. Harder. I scream orgasms. Lost count. He unloads again, pulsing in my guts.
The Opening: Breaking the Lock
Beast mode. Cock to cunt. Ass to mouth? No. Pure friction. Sweat-slick. Muscles strain. My refined pussy devours his roughness. Dawn breaks. I’m wrecked. Cunt swollen. Ass throbbing. Passed out in bliss.
Wake alone. Clothes dry by fire. Shower quick. Mechanic calls—fixed easy. Slip out. Scribble ‘MERCI, Diane.’ Note his number. Two years later, it burns in my locker. Secret safe. But the ache? Eternal. Lighter now, sharing with you.
