Call me a jerk if I told you that my great love is a porn star whom I met on twitter.
To the girl who taught me that there is porn in my favorite social media platform sana masarap ang ulam mo ngayon. My friend said that you can see good quality content when you search in the right places. I didn't listen to her at first but my curiosity got the best of me. I am not usually into porn until I saw a nude picture of a girl on my feed in twitter.
I was enamored.
sal_09
@sallyperez9
it's getting hot these days
She posted it together with a picture of her bedroom, topless with only her book covering her nakedness. I was hooked. She was hot, I searched for her on google and saw her sextape. I watch her having sex with some guys and some girls and imagine that it was me who she was touching.
I imagine her tongue on my neck, her finger in between my thighs.
I still blame her for my gayness.
I am getting wet and drench just by thinking of her, I remove my underwear slowly and start rubbing my clit, imagining it was her - imagining her tongue between my legs, her finger toying at me. I was about to reach orgasm when I heard a knock on the door and I immediately stopped what I'm doing.
"Ate kakain na daw! Bumaba ka na raw dyan" I heard my younger sister, Gwen, shouted.
Shit abala! nag guguitar pa yung tao eh.
A/N:
Guitar pa more!
BINABASA MO ANG
Loving Sal,
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