I am a walking cliche.

I'm blonde, and I'm a slut.

I don't like my sex sweet and romantic.

I like it my sex dirty and hardcore, and I'll do anything to get it.

Despite my constant need for sex, I've been a good girl.

I've been with my boyfriend over six months, and I've never cheated.

In exchange for my loyalty, he fucks me how I want, when I want.

When he came back from the gym one day, I had a surprise for him ready.

As he came in and saw me, I began stripping, rubbing my hands over my tits as I slid my top over my head. I unclasped my bra, and tossed it aside, smiling as I saw his cock rise beneath his sweat pants. I pinched my nipples slowly, feeling moisture gush from my pussy at the slight pain, before my hands went to my skirt.

The skirt hit the floor, but I didn't strip off my panties just yet. I reached down and teased my clit, knowing my boyfriend's eyes were fixated on my fingers. I moaned as I rotated the tip of my clit with the tip of one finger, before reluctantly pulling my fingers away. I slid my panties off and watched my boyfriend swallow slowly as he took in my newly waxed pussy.

"Come here," he commanded.

I stepped towards him.

"On your knees."

I dropped to the floor.

He took a handful of my hair and held me to his naked cock.

"Suck me."

I was all too eager to oblige. I sucked him hard, deep throating him, loving the sound of his groans. He came and I swallowed every drop.

But he wasn't done yet.

He pushed me to the floor, ramming his cock into my hungry little pussy.