Just Tell me, What The Hell Is Wrong With Me? - Sex Stories

Just Tell me, What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?

... pulled him and forced him on the ground. "Fuck you, David. You really think you stand a chance against me? With my record with her? Granted the bullshit with you fucked some shit up, but that's the only negative here," she explained, just before she hit the bed. "You have nothing else to work with, I can pleasure her in ways you can't even imagine," she declared, right through her teeth. My head went down with bright red cheeks. I had things for both of them, but little did I know that they'd start this shit. I grinned and brought my hands to my tits. I caressed them as my ego boosted and then my eyes got view of myself naked and them arguing in the mirror. They were using their fingers to point around, their feet kept pounding the ground every five seconds and all that did was help to create a small puddle right under my cherry. Then I brought my right hand to my slit and rubbed it. "I never had anyone fight over me before," I thought, as a single tear appeared on my right cheek. "It does feel good," I whispered. My head went back up as they were still arguing. I just watched and listened to them as my head just followed the yelling, wherever it was coming from. "I fucking love her, why can't you understand that? You just want to keep her away from me," he cried, hitting his left palm. "Well, I love her too. What the fuck do you want from me, to just disappear so you can have her?!" she yelled, leaning her head towards him with her arms stretching back. "Yes!" he yelled back, with his arms up. They eyeballed each other again as they clenched their fists and put their eyebrows down. I still sported a grin, but then they attacked each other. Their lips came together and she fell to the back. Then my grin faded. "Hey, what the fuck?" I asked, angrily.