I’m listening to my yahoo radio station and all my 90’s Rock. I swear this music just makes me want to fuck. Maybe it’s the grungy guitar or that low toned groan that was singing back then- or maybe it’s just cause that is when I was doing my best whoring. All I know is that I’m feeling grungy and dirty and horny.

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I remember this song, and being on top. Grey slacks and his hard cock pressing against my leg. Showing up at his apartment and fucking on his couch, his dining room chairs, his bed.

I straddled him, sinking my cunt down on his cock, my hair hanging down in his face. His apartment smelling of cigarette smoke and cologne. Kissing and swaying, grinding on him slowly. Leaning back on his thighs and sliding up and down on him while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

Phone ringing. He answers. I don’t stop. Fucking him slowly- listening to the cheap conversation, the idle chit chat, watching him watch me fuck him. You’re such a slut, he whispers putting his hand over the mouthpiece. He struggles to breathe steady, to not sound out of breath, one word answer. I leaned forward so I was inches away from the phone. I pushed down harder and faster on his cock, my cunt tight and hot. I raised an eyebrow as a warning and he understood. He reached around me and held my body to stop my movement. “Can I call you later? Thanks. Bye.” He hung up the phone and threw it to the floor and kissed me hard.

“The new girlfriend?” I asked, giggling.

“Yes,” he said, gripping on to my hips and thrusting upwards into me hard a few times, “Turn over, I want that ass in the air.”