You’re my undersexed girlfriend and we’ve just stumbled back into our room after hitting it off with another couple in the hot tub downstairs. We all agreed to a foursome and you’re sipping champagne on the bed and very, very excited. In your enthusiasm, you offered him a footjob, and you bring it up to me again to make sure I’m ok with that? You’re tender and sweet with me as you tease me about his size, noting hes very, very thick, easily the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Your sultry voice describes what you find so irresistible: his virile, athletic body, his thick hard cock, the fact that he’s very dominant. You tell me you need to feel what he’s like, just this once, that you’ve never experienced anything like him. You remind me of how I’ve underperformed lately: a limp penis, and the fact I can only cum from hand-jobs has meant you’ve not had real sex in weeks. You decide for both of us that you’re going to invite him up, texting him on your phone in front of me, turning the conversation from tender to humiliating and demeaning. Then there’s an ominous knock on the door. You kiss him and whisper for a minute in his ear, filling him in on all you want him to do to you, then slink back to the couch, with you sitting on the edge of the couch, pulling him between your legs. “Oh my god, he’s massive!” Your insatiable eyes occasionally glancing towards me as he slides in and our of you. You pop his engorged cock from your mouth and innocently, bashfully ask him “Would you mind face-fucking me a bit? You tell him you want him to fuck you, you need him to fuck you, you need to know what that dick feels like. You lean back on the couch and spread your legs, breathing deep and asking him to be gentle with you. He’s rubbing his thick glans on your wet pussy as you turn to me, asking me one last time if I’m ok with this, warning me things will be different once you’ve felt him, once you’ve been with a guy like this. Then you lock your eyes back on him, ready to give yourself to him, to give him your pussy and let him make it his. He starts probing his girth into you, and you squirm and gasp dramatically as the sensations rocket through your body. You even push your feet against his chest to slow him down a bit. Slowly your pussy open sup and he can plunge himself fully into you, and you’re ravenous with desire that your feet move from pushing against him to locked behind his back as he pounds you faster and faster. We move to a bed with me sitting on one end of it, as you’re kneeling facing me. He’s climbed behind you and teasing your gushing slit, and you want me to relish every facial expression as he fucks you and comes inside you. You tease me that you can feel his cock getting even harder and you know he’s about to explode inside you. “Holy fuck,” you exclaim as you feel him near climax. You look me straight in the eye, smiling wickedly, and begin begging him to cum inside you, telling him your pussy has never been fucked like this and please, please cum inside me!” Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he unmounts you and leaves the bed. You take pity on me and my meager penis. You turn around to show off the mess he made of your pussy, which has cum drizzling all out of it. “Baby, look at what he did to me?!” You coo at me, as you get closer to the camera, purring “You aren’t jealous, are you?” You taunt me about sloppy seconds, about how your pussy is a well-fucked mess. You ask me if I’m ok with that, with feeling that hot cum sloshing around my penis and balls? You lower yourself down on me, and my skinny dick pops right inside you. You grind slowly, mocking me for the cum that’s pouring out of you and covering me. Then you pick up the pace as you mock-fuck me, smiling wickedly as you tell me to make you come, laughing at my pathetic attempts. You gently scold and chide me for thinking I could come inside you. You hop off my dicklet and begin tugging on it with your hand below the screen. You count down from 10s and slowly let slip that 1.) I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of vacation, 2.) You really dont like sex with me and that’s a problem and 3.) (which you tell me right as I’m coming) is that you’re breaking up with me. You laugh how covered in cum I am, humiliated and emasculated, telling me to clean myself up before I slept on the couch.