my Mate’s daily journal

Yes, right there, oh f**k, you're doing it so good right now, Constant; for f***s sake, I’m so close. I kept begging for more of his fingers to keep thrusting inside me; s**t, this guy could get my panties wet in one pull, “like what I found, Didi?” Constantine asked me, looking at me with hunger and a raised c**k saluting me. Thank you, the universe, for the f*****g blessing; we were skipping the second year of college, shackled up in an empty room of our college building. It was nighttime classes in mid f*****g October; I had been taking my courses to be a year ahead alongside my boyfriend, who, if I may say, can f**k me like he is doing right now every single time of the day. Constantine takes his fingers out of my now sore p***y to lick all of my juices, and I’m so happy I’m wearing a f*****g skirt today; my oral reports were finished, but I do t think he is done for the night, seeing him savor my juices I took his pants then unzipped him to release his monster c**k, “f**k yes” I took in his meaty sausage down, I wasn’t ashamed of the amount of c**k I could take, and I was a pour to f*****g prove it to my man. His grunting, moaning, and hips moving forward only encouraged me to keep taking him the way I was doing it; bobbin my head, he said, “Stand up, Di,” I didn’t f*****g stop, I wanted to have his c*m, but Constantine didn’t have it, he took my head on his hands removing my face from his c**k, “common baby I want to f*****g milk your c**k,” Constantine’s eyes were brown. Still, for some reason, I got the feeling, like right now, that his eyes were black; he growled like an animal, making me into a puddle of my juices; pulling my hair, I stood up. Only for him to twirl me, then throw me up against the desk table, pressing his hands on my thick ass. He spreads my cheeks wide open, spitting his saliva. He doesn’t even f*****g warm me when he pushes his massive c**k inside me, “f**k!” I shout as I feel him pump his hard c**k inside my p***y, reaching my f*****g cervix like it’s his new fun house; his grunting made me moan out loud; as he kept going, I felt like I was about to f*****g lose control, “please f*****g break me!” I pleaded to him; he was pushing his c**k so hard inside me the damn table desk moved to the other side of the classroom. The second the table desk hit the other wall, he slammed so hard inside my uterus I swear I felt like his c**k knotted me; it felt so f*****g good to feel his seed fill me up to the brim; I had the marena birth control on, we could f**k like rabbits, and I wouldn’t get knocked up, man can he f**k. Knowing Constantine, he didn’t stop f*****g me; he left my p***y to reach my ass, spitting me up. Friendly, he did the same thing; I felt like I was in heaven; his massive c**k was the solving problem of my stressful life. Feeling him about to come, he leaves my ass and turns me over, ripping my shirt buttons. He takes my size C cup breasts, squeezing his massive shaft. I feel the pressure c*m of his c**k hit my now exposed tongue, “you wanna eat my c*m? You wanna f*****g milk me? Here’s your chance Didi,” he grunts out his dirty talk, f**k do I want to eat his c**k, after a couple of tight strokes he moans, and his c*m explodes in my face, I open my mouth to swallow his c**k, giving him a deep throat I take his whole load, and because I’m a greedy little b***h I play with his balls, squeezing them just enough to empty these suckers. Constantine swears he is done, but I can feel a third roundabout to f*****g happen; letting go of his c**k I lick my lips, trying desperately to clean my face; he takes my breasts in his hands again, both my n*****s he starts to suck on them, “Constantine you ass,” he kept on sucking like I was a f*****g orange that needed to be dried up, “f**k me, please I’ll f*****g bend over again, anything. Oh, f**k,” I begged him; just as he bit on my n****e, he took my hand to walk me to the only wide window of the classroom. Putting my exposed breasts up against the cold window, he spreads my ass cheeks again, feeling his saliva run down. I grew my moans, moving a little bit. He squeezed my cheek, and I moaned, enjoying his rough manhandling of my body; I felt tears about to stream from my face, enjoying the ecstasy Constantine was giving me. He plunges his c**k into my tight, still full of his c*m, a p***y, “fucker, I’m tight,” I shout, feeling pressed inside me. The second he started to pump into me, I heard him grunt, “Yes, you f*****g are my f*****g hot b***h,” he began to pick up his speed when he said, “Take my c**k like the good b***h you are!” My breasts pressed the cold window, and his c*m came from my p***y. I swore if he kept doing this, I would lose conscience; our moaning was the cheerleading effect of having me c*m; unlike Constantine, who constantly would shout when he reached, I would lose my ability to reply to anyone, but for some reason, he continually f*****g new when I was about to c*m, like right now he moved me away from the window to pump even harder, “aaaaa,” I shouted as I came, the second I did I f*****g heard him grunt a “f**k!” Like that, I felt my insides fill up again with his c*m. Tired, sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, I almost fell on the floor; if Constantine hadn’t held my hips, I would have failed; he held me in one hand, zipping his pants back up, he took me up in a bridal style, “let’s go to your place, I’m not done with us, my sassy ass b***h,” I smiled as I heard him talk like that to me, trying to control my breathing I replied him, “cocky for a guy who just decided he wasn’t f*****g my brains out there,” opening my eyes to try and conceal myself, I saw his radiant smile, his nicely shaved face, making his sideburns stand a little as his hair was a mess, wearing his business suits just made me lose my f*****g mind. My man was a built guy; he had all mussels that would make a girl's mouth water; simply imagine his f*****g built body in a tight white shirt that could rip him off if he merely bent wrong, not to f*****g mention the perfect ass cheeks, I knew I was tired, but seeing my man getting his clothes on to get ready to leave made me horny. He took our stuff while holding on to my fat ass; leaving the classroom, a professor stopped us, my math professor, to be exact. With her Prada glasses, she had a pair of long office pantsuits with a polka dot shirt; in a bun hairstyle, she tapped her heels while her hands were on her hips. She spoke to me, “Miss. Toliero, this is a university, not a brothel or a motel; if you could see me in the head department, you are no longer of my math one class, and I will make sure you are kicked out by all means,” she expressed her anger, I swear I wanted to f*****g scream at her, but Constantine stopped be with his owns words, “that’s funny Professor. Florence, I saw you f*****g, Professor. Jinkings this morning, but you don’t see me reporting you both for your failing attempts at hiding your s*x-capped,” his words made me almost burst out laughing; what made it all worth it was the shade of red she had displayed while looking around us, probably making sure she wasn’t being heard or anything like that. She started to move her hands around, asking Constantine to stop, then she spoke again, “alright, you to go on; I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss, Toliero,” she then left us both there holding our laughter like a couple of teenagers, the moment Constantine started to walk to his BMW I started to explode my laughing. As he placed me like a princess on the back seats, he placed a tender kiss on my lips, I let out small moan to which he let go of my lips.