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Jennie mindlessly scrolled through her Facebook at her bed, she told herself she would go to sleep soon.
That was an hour and half ago.
But she couldn’t just take her tired eyes off the profile she was stalking. Dayana’s profile, her crush.
Gosh she felt silly using that word, she was already at college and she still acted like a high school girl unable to take her little ovaries and go talk to here.
So, here she was. Going further and further between Dayana’s post about her screwing with the girls she found on a theater and how by the time the movie ended, the whole cinema room was bathed on her cum and she was still up for another round. The next post related how about she in fact did exactly that on the uber which took her home and had sex with her driver.
Jennie started touching herself as she read more and more of Dayana’s post, imagining herself on those posts, but as she carried on with her hand on her pussy, instead of getting excited and letting herself get carried away for the pleasure, her hand movement became slower as her mind realized on the fact that she may never fulfill her fantasy of having sex with Dayana. At one point, her hand eventually halted to a complete stop. With a sad sigh, Jennie turned her phone off and went to sleep.
But after a few minutes in silence and darkness, before her mind immersed in the realm of dreams, her phone ringed like a small thunder in a cave.
With heavy eyes Jennie checked her phone and saw she received a message. She checked unamused, it and her already quick heartbeat skyrocketed after realizing the message came from Dayana.
Jennie stuffed her pillow against her mouth and let go an excited squish for several seconds before coming back to her phone.
She thought about waiting a few minutes so it didn’t look like she didn’t have nobody else to talk to, but that idea was cast aside when the same tone sounded again.
She immediately opened the chat, the first message was actually a video, the second one was a winking face, after a quick inhalation and exhalation, she opened the video.
It started with a zoom out to Dayana’s upper body completely naked holding her phone with one hand.
All of her body showed a slight tan with dedication, not a single spot in her skin was uncolored by her tanning. This alone was enough to make her face turn into a big tomato and put her phone away, but as soon as Jennie did that, curiosity got the best of her and she glued her eyes back to the video.
The only way Jennie could describe Dayana’s body was like a Grace Sculpture twisted by a wicked artisan’s mind. Her eyes first fell for her hefty breasts, uncovered by any bra, not like she needed one, her firm breasts were never saggy, despite each one of them being slightly bigger than her own head and covering most of her torso, leaving only her slender abdomen to show off and then leading to her wide hips, the only part of her body covered by a tight underwear.
Jennie knew down there the behemoth contained by her only cloth, but before she could inspect it, Dayana lifted her phone and focused the camera onto her.
“Hey beauty,” Dayana said. “I have been felling pretty lonely here, I know you must be feeling the same. And…I thought maybe, I had something that could Antalya travesti help both of us.” Her left-hand fondle the curve of her breasts as they traveled to one of her bright pink nipples. She gave it a quick squeeze as she moaned softly, then her hand lowered through her stomach, as well as her other hand holding the phone, and grazed her underwear edge.
It was then Jennie could clearly see what Dayana was hiding. She saw massive bulge, barely packed inside of her black, ragged underwear with many holes that let see peeks of pink skin as a hint of its ominous content.
Dayana place her hand on top of the bulge and pat it for a moment, her hand barely covered a portion of it. Even through the video, Jennie could spot the numerous veins covering the bulge underneath the black underwear, each one of them thicker than her fingers.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, it’s been hard to keep myself together.” Her voice began to turn heavy, as well as her breath. “You are just so sexy. How you move your ass when you walk-I just want to-!”
The sound of clothing being tear up popped into the video, and then a large piece of pink meat raised from Dayana’s crotch, all the way up to her face, touching her breasts and passing from them.
There it was what Jennie was expecting, Dayana’s cock in full display, it made a large hole through her underwear it was a miracle it was still in one piece, then, Dayana’s balls made its appearance through the black fabric, quickly pronouncing they meant to stay as they began to grow bigger along with the behemoth they were attached to.
“Sorry, got a little carried away, sometimes I can’t…help it.” Dayana said as her free hand began touching her shaft with the tip of her fingers from one side. This alone made caused an effect in Dayana, as her body shook slightly.
“I just…need to…” Dayana’s hand placed itself in top of Dayana’s massive tip, matching in size to an apple, her hand barely covered a small portion. That didn’t stop Dayana from squeezing her tips as hard as she could, only causing a little dent on her skin.
Then she did another squeeze, and then another, and another, and another. She continued so until her squeezes turned into strokes in her tip. Her low moans became loud groans, as her body was unable to stand still For a moment her hand turned into a blurred flash as her strokes moved from her tip to her shaft.
As soon as Dayana did that, her tip expelled a large white stream for a several seconds, tainting most of the mirror and her reflection as it run down to the floor. The cum spurt stormed the video masked Dayana’s moans. After a few moments, the precum leak stopped and Dayana’s heavy breathing was the only thing present in the video.
This whole time, Jennie had been staring at her phone screen without blinking one moment, before the camera came closer to the white-painted mirror, and from an unorthodox point of view, the camera showed from beneath Dayana’s breasts how she licked the precum from the mirror. Her nipples, part of her breasts and her abdomen got covered in white as she licked until her face was visible enough again in the mirror and Dayana pointed her phone back at it.
It was then Jennie could see part of Dayana’s face was also covered in her precum as well, but Dayana didn’t seem bothered Antalya travesti by it. She also saw after Dayana’s cock stopped her precum spurt, it didn’t stop, but instead it constantly kept leaking precum way down her shaft to her balls and then to the floor.
“W-why is she not stopping?” Jennie asked to herself in disbelief.
“Sorry, got a little carried away. I hope you understand.”
Despite the substantial amount of white seed Dayana just spurt out, her cock didn’t turn back to flaccid, instead, it continued growing not just in length, but also in broadness, to the point Jennie could no longer see Dayana’s face unless she pushed down her massive cock with her hand. Jennie could see the cock’s skin barely making a dent as it bent down, giving away as a hint the amount of strength Dayana needed to use, but if she was struggling, she didn’t show it.
Then again, another sound of tearing up popped up, Dayana accommodated her camera angle to let Jennie show how her balls kept growing to the point they broke free from her already torn underwear and hung down almost reaching Dayana’s knees, covering most of her thighs.
Questions like how much they weight, how much cum they store inside, and if she could kiss those marvelous balls flooded Jennie’s mind. It was at that moment Dayana was only beginning.
With the hand holding her cock down, Dayana began to stroke her cock up and down fast enough to make her hand become blurry. Her cock continued growing to the point it touched the mirror in front of Dayana, despite the fact there was a few foots of distance between them. Dayana had to step back as she stroked her cock to haste its grow, reaching a four feet length.
Jennie could see how along with the strokes, Dayana began to lick as much of her shaft as she could. She didn’t expect her to be so flexible with her body, almost reaching the base of her cock. With each lick, Dayana could taste her own precum, eating to the point of starting to make her stomach swell.
With every passing second, the camera movement became shakier and shakier, making everything Jennie saw blurry and diffusing. Dayana caught that fact and left her phone on a table pointing at her and put her second hand working on her shaft, rapidly increasing her pleasure, moans and her precum output, creating an expanding puddle of precum reaching every corner of the room.
Dayana changed the licks for deep and hard kisses, leaving marks of her lips on shaft, leaving no spot unmarked.
One of Dayana’s hands went down to her balls, trying, and failing, to grab both of them, as their size surpassed her hand’s. Each one of them. This didn’t stop Dayana from trying further, grabbing her ball’s hard skin, among the several veins drawn on her hairless and clean sack.
Shortly after, Dayana began to tremble lightly as her breath fastened and her hips swayed back to forward, more and more precum spurted out at an unusual rate, until Dayana’s cock grew larger and thicker one last time before releasing her real orgasm.
In less than a second, not only the mirror got covered in her actual, potent and thicker cum, but also her phone camera for her cum bouncing back to her for hitting the mirror and the wall so strong. Despite the camera was covered with a large cloak of whiteness, Jennie could tell Dayana Travesti antalya dropped her phone to the floor as her orgasm continued. Then from white, everything in the video went black as a result of her phone being drowned in gallons upon gallons of cum. For several minutes straight, Jennie heard nothing but the loud rumbling of cum flooding the room.
This alone was enough to make Jennie cum on her own without touching herself, she stopped half way the video, after seeing what Dayana was truly capable of. She would definitely need to clean her sheets the next morning, but she didn’t care. If it was up to her, she’d let Dayana drown her room in cum the same way she was doing it in the video.
Amidst the never-ending cum torrent, Jennie could catch the sound of something breaking, and shortly after the sound of cum flooding free to god-only-knows where.
After what seemed an eternity for Jennie, the Dayana’s orgasm finished, or she thought it did, after catching her cum output decreasing back to a constant leak from her cock head.
Finally Dayana picked her phone from the floor and licked the abundant cum staining the phone camera, her cum was so thick she had to lick several times the same spot to make her way through with her tongue, until Jennie was able to see again. As if what she heard was not enough, what she saw left her breathless for hundredth time that night.
White. That was all Jennie could think of seeing again in the video. Dayana and her room were all covered in cum, no matter where she saw, there was not a single spot clean and spared from her over endowed sexual power. Not even the ceiling which was constantly dripping her cum onto her and the floor buried in inches deep of cum.
Dayana gave her a little tour around the room and Jennie found out what she heard recently was the door breaking down, unable to contain such inhuman amount of cum, letting her load flood her house and probably the close surroundings. If such thing was a problem, Dayana didn’t seem bothered by it. Only a relaxed and pleasured expression remained on her.
“Ah” Dayana broke the silence in the video. “Is so good to get some relief, but don’t worry.” Dayana turned the phone camera back to her. “There is still much more where this came from. You can swing to my place any time you want and have a good time with me. You won’t regret it.” She winked at the camera and the video ended.
Jennie was left alone with her mind left as a big mess as more of her pussy juice ran down her legs. As soon as the first notion of self-control returned to her, her fingers typed into the chat log.
Jennie: YES I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU PLEASE FUCK ME AND PUT THAT FUCKING DICK ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME
Jennie waited hyperventilating, a minute passed, two, but she didn’t get an answer, which made her sweat cold.
Was she too forward or too direct? Did she screw it up before it began?
Then Dayana finally answered.
Dayana: Wait, who is this? Who are you?
Jennie: Jennie. Jennie Jones. We share some classes
Dayana: You are not Betty?
Jennie’s heart never felt so heavy in her life like at that moment. Betty was one of her classmates, but she only knew her by face, and body if she was honest, as she caught herself looking at her a couple of times in college.
Jenny: No…
Dayana: Oh, guess I got the wrong number
Dayana: Wanna come over anyways?
Dayana: Cum over* stupid autocorrect
Jennie’s fingers typed a quick yes before herself reacted. Shortly after Jennie received Dayana’s address with a last message that said: I’m waiting for you 😉
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