I [F] spent the filthiest weekend of my life at his place [freeuse] [rough] [messy] [throatgoat]

Okay.

So… I stayed the entire weekend at his place.

The same man who split me open and left a card on my pillow saying "Next time, I'm hosting." Yeah. That man.

And I don't even know where to start. Because whatever I thought would happen, it was nothing like this. It was more. It was filthier. It was nonstop.

He didn't waste time. The moment I walked in, I was pulled by the waist, kissed like he owned me, and bent over his couch before I could even take off my shoes.

And from there? It didn't stop.

I don't think I've ever been fucked this much in a span of 48 hours.

We went through so many positions I lost count. Doggy. Missionary with my legs shaking on his shoulders. Him underneath while I bounced till my thighs gave up. Spooning. Face down, ass up. On the floor. Against the wall. In the goddamn shower.

He tied my wrists again, of course he did and used his belt once too. That slap? Burned and made me wetter at the same time. He spit in my mouth. On my back. Even between my legs before sliding in raw and thick.

He used my mouth like it was built for him. Held my pigtails. Made me keep eye contact while I choked and slobbered all over him. Told me I looked prettier like that.

There were orgasms I didn't even see coming. My legs twitched so much I kicked him once and we both laughed 😂 until he flipped me and kept going like nothing happened.

I begged. I whispered things I'd never said out loud before. I told him to fill me and god, did he listen.

Every creampie hit different. Warm. Deep. So much I had to keep wiping down my thighs before sitting.

There were little moments too, like his hand on my lower back while we cooked, brushing his fingers between my legs while we watched Netflix, casually pulling me into his lap just to whisper how wet I was again.

By the time Sunday night hit, I was drained. Like fully wrecked. My lips swollen, my thighs sore, my entire body smelling like spit, sweat, sex and him.

I lost count after my 7th orgasm. He came 4 times inside me. Twice on my face. Once all over my tits.

And right now? I'm home.

Sitting with a heat pack between my legs, smiling like a fool, still tasting him in my throat.

I've never felt more filthy, more used, more... wanted.

But also? I feel like I owe him something.

Not because he asked. Not because he expected it. But because he took me fully, completely, and made me love it.

Now I'm just lying here wondering... What does a good girl do to say thank you for a weekend like that?

Because whatever it is I think I'm ready to do it.