just-another-slut-enabler: Once A Week Lacey was a wild child, but she was still living at home whil
just-another-slut-enabler: Once A Week Lacey was a wild child, but she was still living at home while finishing college. She stayed pretty straight and narrow most of the time, focusing on academics and her family. She was a well-to-do honors student and her family and friends couldn’t have been more proud to say they knew her and loved her. But Lacey had needs, dirty little needs that couldn’t even fulfilled by scholastic or social endeavors. Simply put, Lacey needed to get fucked. She was horny all the time, constantly craving the touch and feel of a man, and all the things that make a man so much fun to get frisky with. Lacey was discreet, and though it wasn’t as often as she would like, she found a way to get fucked properly at least once a week. Every Sunday morning, while her parents attended church and then went to lunch with friends after services, Lacey would invite a boy or man she knew who could be clandestine while also fucking her like the horny little slut that she truly was. Sometimes they were friends, sometimes they were mostly strangers, and sometimes they were naughty people like the neighbor of hers who she always thought was cute growing up and wasn’t getting any from his wife these days. Lacey didn’t care ultimately who it was, as long as she was getting fucked properly, rough and deep and dirty. It was never hard enough, or fast enough, or rough enough, or nasty enough for Lacey. She was the insatiable type. But even if guys could never quite give her every little thing she craved to have done to her, Lacy still took solace in the fact that, at least once a week, she could get fucked and filled with cum as if she was nothing more than some flesh light with a body. Lacey occasionally feared that her parents would come home early enough one day to catch her getting fucked raw on their living room couch, or if they might hear her moaning like she was being murdered in her bedroom. But she never cared enough to stop performing her weekly ritual. For as long as she lived in that house while in college, Lacey lived a double life: the perfect little college student who loved her life, and the dirty little slit who just needed to be held rough and tight and fucked for everything she was worth. Lacey was a smart girl, and she understood the important of balance. -- source link