Pinay College Student Napaungol Sa Kantot Ng Sagad Na Titi, Nilabasan Sa Sarap!

The busty college girl was pinned down on the bed, her petite frame trembling with pleasure. The young filipina student, Miss Stacy, or as she was now popularly known, “Pinay MsTacy08,” let out a moan that could only be described as a symphony of slutty bliss. Her small hands clawed at the back of her fuck buddy, urging him to thrust even harder, deeper, faster into her tight, wet hole.

“Napa-ungol ka na sa akin! Ungol ka na sa akin, amore!” she panted breathlessly, her hips bucking up to meet each powerful thrust of his thick, throbbing Filipino boyfriend. The clapping sound of sweaty skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the small, dimly lit room of their off-campus apartment.

She could feel him reaching her deepest depths, over and over again, and it was driving her wild with lust. Her mind was a haze of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. All she knew was the sensation of being filled and stretched by his massive, pulsing member. The way he stretched her untried walls, claiming her virginity for his own, made her scream in unabashed pleasure.

“Sarap umungol sayo! Sarap! Masarap!” Stacy exclaimed as she felt his cock twitched inside her, signaling his impending orgasm. She wrapped her short, toned legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, urged by the prospect of being flooded with his hot, creamy seed.

The young filipina moaned and writhed below him as his pumping grew more frantic. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and let out a primal grunt of release. Stacy felt his cock pulsing and throbbing, filling her in endless waves of hot cum. Her own body quaked in the throes of her own intense orgasm, her inner walls milking every last drop from his spent cock.

As they lay spent, basking in the afterglow of their furious fucking, a sense of taboo and nasty fulfillment washed over Stacy. She had always been a well-mannered, studious girl, but whenever her discreet college lover came around, she couldn’t resist the temptation to be a dirty little filipina slut. The thrill of doing something so naughty and wrong added a delicious forbidden spice to their carnal coupling.

When he finally pulled out, a river of cum gushed from her gaping, well-used hole. The sight made Stacy grin with pride and happiness. She had taken a good, long, thick Philippine rod and had milked it for all it was worth. She felt so amazingly filthy. So wonderfully debauched. And she couldn’t wait to do it again.

Stacy lifted herself off the bed, feeling the hot cum leak further down her thighs as she stood. She stepped over to the mirror and admired her freshly fucked self. Her hair, still perfectly in Simmons HS internship standards, was the only part of her that still resembled a prim and proper student. The rest of her… was a delicious mess.

Her tank top was still crumpled on the floor where she had tossed it. Kisses had left shadowy marks on the soft flesh of her exposed shoulders. Her shorts now also lay forgotten on the bedroom carpet, her barre shorts having been laughingly pulled down minutes ago to begin their taboo coupling. Her black shorts may have looked just the same as any other, but now they were Irrevocably changed, having touched parts of her where no other garment had before. The elastic band stretched out from the extra tension they had gone through.

Below the waist line, the marks of a prime fuck were easy to see. An angry red ring adorned the edges of her girlhood, practically shining red against the natural lightly tanned tones of her skin, and as clear as day next to the more bashful, pale skin that still had retained its white habit of leaking through at certain times despite her most valiant of attempts to catch all rays. And between those thighs, the trail of cum was it’s own map, an easy way to trace back towards the epicenter of her deflowering event.

Satisfied with the scrumptious sight of her well-used body, Stacy grinned a naughty, well-fucked grin, giggled, and started gathering up her clothes. Time to head back to class, lest her skirt-short baño take notice of her absence.

But the walk back to campus, with her slightly longer stride and the ever so perfect sway of her hips, was now accented by a new source of confidence. She had been fucked, fantastically so, and she was proud to show it off in every naughty little way she could without giving away the whole scandalous secret.

Perhaps she’d even flash a little extra leg to her professor, that seventy-year-old dirty bird who always eyed her up and down when they caught her in the hallways alone. Who could blame him, really? She was a prime cut of slut, ripe and ready to satisfy any virile man with a rock hard cock… and sometimes, even the gray-haired old pervs, too. But that’s a story for another time.

All Stacy could think about now was getting back to class, leaving behind the source of her deep satisfaction, and reveling in the delicious memory of having her pussy pummeled by such an amazingly memorable Mühle своїху Род accents in her voice now, as enjoyment of her own self assumed over her. Echooing through the empty hallways, halls empty in the knowledge they held no one given to hear it, other than he who already knew the answer to those cries of enjoyment.