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• My Dirty Little Secret with Mr. Jefferson

  February 10, 2026

  My Dirty Little Secret with Mr. Jefferson

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  Hey y’all, it’s Aspen—20, dirty blonde pigtails, perky little tits pokin’ through my tank tops, and a small, tight ass that fills out my denim cutoffs just right. I’ve known for years that Mr. Jefferson, the 68-year-old black man down the street, can’t keep his eyes off me. Those big rough hands, that deep gravel voice… it always made my pussy tingle thinkin’ about what he was packin’.

  One hot afternoon, I snuck into his backyard to “borrow” his hose. Caught red-handed, he stepped out on the porch, starin’ like I was his next meal. “Stealin’, girl? I could call your daddy.”

  My heart raced—not from fear, but from the bulge I already spotted. I stepped close, battin’ my lashes. “Aww, sugar, don’t do that. Maybe I can make it worth your while… keep our little secret?”

  I traced his chest, pressed my perky tits against him, arched so my ass rubbed his crotch. Felt that monster twitch—thick, hard, huge. “Mmm, what’s this big black beast hidin’? Bet that BBC could ruin me.”

  Dropped to my knees right there. Belt undone, zipper down—Lord, it sprang free: ten inches of veiny, dark chocolate cock, thick as my wrist, leakin’ pre-cum. My small hands barely wrapped around it. I sucked the fat head, tongue swirlin’, gaggin’ as I took him deeper, slobber drippin’ while he gripped my pigtails.

  He carried me inside, stripped me bare—pinchin’ my hard nipples, spreadin’ my drippin’ pink pussy. One thrust and he split me open. “Oh fuck, it’s so big!” I screamed as he pounded deep, my small tits bouncin’, ass slappin’ his thighs. Sweat-slick, contrastin’ skin, my juices soakin’ him.

  I came hard, squirting around that massive dick. He pulled out, paintin’ my tits and belly with thick hot ropes. We collapsed, sticky and pantin’. I giggled, tracin’ his cum on my skin. “Secret’s safe… right?”

  He chuckled. “For now, baby girl.”

  And damn, I’m already plannin’ my next “visit.”

  Shhh its a secret.

  Aspen

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• Aspen’s Weak Spot: Roni Takes Control

  January 16, 2026

  Aspen’s Weak Spot: Roni Takes Control

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  I can never resist Roni’s unspoken invitation, the subtle shift in her demeanor that signals it’s time to surrender. As she takes control, a shiver of anticipation dances down my spine. Her eyes, dark and knowing, hold mine captive as she leads me deeper into the web she’s already woven.

  With a confident tilt of her head, Roni begins the slow unraveling. Her fingers trail deliberately across my skin, igniting heat and restraint in equal measure. Every touch is calculated, every pause intentional, and I ache exactly the way she wants me to.

  I lean in instinctively, craving her warmth, her mouth, her permission. But Roni doesn’t rush. She never does. She lets the wanting build until it’s unbearable, until my body betrays me before my words ever could.

  Her presence fills the room completely. I breathe her in, the familiar cadence of her control settling deep inside me. Every second stretches longer than the last, and I realize too late that this waiting is the point.

  With Roni, it’s never about getting there. It’s about losing yourself on the way. And I always do. Willingly. Completely.

  By the time she finally touches me the way I need, I’m already undone. Because she didn’t have to ask for my surrender. She took her time… and I gave it to her.

  Curious how she remembers it? Read Roni’s version here.

  She knew I’d wait. I always do.

  Aspen

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