Private Locker Confession: My Raw Surrender to Alain’s Cock in the Mountains
I’m cracking open my private locker right now. The digital vault in my mind where I bury the filthiest secrets. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. That mountain getaway with Lucie. The one where I shattered every rule. No more hiding. This is my confession. Raw. Real. Yours alone.
Restaurant glows warm. Gin-tonics hit hard. Alain’s eyes pierce me. His hand grabs mine first. Slides to thigh. I tense. But don’t stop him. Fingers creep under my blue skirt. Past knee. Higher. Panties soaked already. He tugs elastic aside. One finger plunges into my slit. “You’re dripping wet,” he growls. Fuck, I am. Pussy clenches around him. Juices coat his skin. I bite lip. Glance at Lucie. Richard’s hand dives into her cleavage, squeezing firm tits. She giggles, pushes half-heartedly. But kisses him deep.
The Breaking Point: Hands Under the Table
I cave. Lips crash on Alain’s. Tongues tangle wild. Hungry. His finger pumps faster. I grind against it discreetly. Heat builds. No turning back. Dinner? Blur. Laughter. Katy Melua croons sensual. Wine loosens me. We pay. Stumble out.
Arms linked. His around waist. Palm cups ass cheek openly. Street dark. We walk to Foxy Lady club. Feet away. Inside, vodka shots. Slow dances. Bodies grind. His hands slip under blouse. Pinch nipples hard. They stiffen instantly. Ache sweet. My hand feels his bulge. Thick. Hard. Pulsing. He gropes my tits fully now. Pulls one out. Sucks nipple through fabric. I moan low. Pussy throbs empty.
Deep Thrusts: Bedroom Ecstasy Unleashed
Hour later, back in my car. I drive shaky. Alain beside. Lucie and Richard fuck around in back. Her laughs turn gasps. We hit chalet. Door slams. Clothes rip off. Naked frenzy. He shoves me to bedroom. Face down, ass up. Levrette perfect. Cockhead teases folds. Slams in. Fills pussy deep. Stretches walls. Pounds relentless. Skin slaps loud. I cry out. “Harder! Fuck me!” Gush floods. He grips hips. Bruises tomorrow.
Pulls out slick. Spits on tight asshole. Finger probes first. Then thumb. I gasp. Never done this. For Paul, always no. But now? Push back. He presses cockhead. Burns. Stretches ring. Inches in slow. Pain twists to fire. Full. So full. He thrusts steady. Builds rhythm. Prostate? No, my ass milks him. Waves crash. Deeper. Faster. Balls slap clit. I shatter. Scream raw. Orgasm rips. Pussy spasms empty. Ass clenches cock. Juices squirt sheets.
He grunts. Fills ass hot. Collapses. We pant. Glow warm. Body limp. Satisfied deep. Never felt this free. Secret peaks here. Thrill shared. Locker snaps shut. Light mind. Buzz lingers. Chaos outside? Distant cries. Doesn’t touch bliss. Mine forever.
