Drunk Girlfriend Takes My D While Talking to Him"
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Drunk girl cheat her bf and gets a call
Tequila shots on the coffee table, music low, lights dim. She’s already tipsy, wearing that silky little white cami — thin straps, no bra, nipples stiff and obvious through the fabric — and tiny matching shorts that cling to her ass.
We’re on the couch, laughing, knees bumping.
One more shot. Her hand slides onto my thigh.
Mine slips under her cami, brushing the soft underside of her breast. She doesn’t pull away — instead she
leans in, whispering slurred:
“You’re gonna get me in trouble…”
I tug one strap down her shoulder. The cami slips, exposing the top curve of her perfect tit — full, pale, flushed pink from the alcohol.
I drag the fabric lower slowly, inch by inch. Her nipple pops free — hard, dark pink, already puckered tight. I circle it with my thumb once, twice. She gasps, arches.
“Fuck… careful…”
I peel the other strap down. Now both tits are out, sitting high and heavy, swaying slightly with her breathing.
The cami bunches uselessly under them like a band. I cup both breasts, thumbs brushing those sensitive peaks. She moans softly, head tipping back.
I lean in, take one stiff nipple between my lips — slow suck, tongue flicking the tip fast. She whimpers, fingers in my hair.
I switch to the other, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt.
Her shorts are soaked already.
I hook my fingers in the waistband, drag them down her thighs inch by teasing inch. She lifts her hips to help, giggling nervously.
No panties underneath — just smooth, bare skin and a glistening pussy, lips puffy and wet from the teasing.
I spread her legs, settle between them. She’s breathing fast.
“Wait… wait… we shouldn’t—”
Too late. I push two fingers inside her slick heat, curling slow. Her back bows, tits jiggling with the motion.
Then her phone lights up.
Him. Video call.
She freezes. “Shit… it’s him…”
She reaches for it. I don’t stop — fingers still pumping lazily.
“Answer,” I murmur. “Or I keep going louder.”
She swipes to accept, props the phone against a cushion so only her flushed face shows.
Cami still bunched under her bare tits, out of frame… barely.
“Hey baby…” Her voice trembles. “What’s up?”
He sounds casual. “Just checking in. You sound weird. You okay?”
I slide my fingers deeper, thumb finding her clit, rubbing slow circles. Her eyes flutter.
“I’m… fine… just… mmm… had a couple drinks…”
He frowns. “You’re breathing hard. What’s going on?”
She tries to close her thighs.
I pin them open wider, lean down and replace my fingers with my tongue — long, flat lick straight up her slit. She jolts, bites her lip hard.
“Nothing… just… hot in here… ah—”
I suck her clit gently. Her free hand flies to her mouth.
“Baby… can we talk tomorrow? I’m… I’m not feeling great…”
I push my tongue inside her while my thumb keeps working her clit. Wet sounds fill the room — soft, obscene.
He pauses. “Wait… what’s that noise?”
She’s shaking now, voice cracking. “The… the fan… love you… gotta go—”
She hangs up fast. Phone drops. She grabs my hair, half-pushing, half-pulling.
“You asshole… he almost heard…”
I stand, shove my jeans down, cock thick and leaking. I line up, push inside her in one slow, deep slide. She gasps loud, legs wrapping around me instantly.
“Fuck… so thick…”
I start thrusting — steady, deep, making her bare tits bounce with every stroke.
Nipples drag against my chest. She’s moaning openly now, no more pretending.
“Harder… don’t stop… make me come again…”
I pound faster. Her pussy squeezes tight around me. She shatters — crying out, nails digging into my back, tits pressed flat against me as she trembles through it.
I keep going, chasing mine, whispering filthy things in her ear while her phone lights up again… and again… him calling back.
She just smiles drunkenly, wrecked and dripping.
“Let him wait.”