What could be hotter than a babe showing up at your door in Jeans And Panties? According to the lady in this story, some gals when feeling desperate and vulnerable will show up at a guy’s door in denim and a skimpy cotton shirt with no underwear underneath at all…

He gave me what I needed.

After being dumped for the fifth time, I turned back to the one man I could count on.

A few hours after a heartbreak he made me feel beautiful, wanted and craved.

The invitation came in response to my anguished admission of need.

I showed up at his house as ordered, naked beneath my T-shirt and jeans.

He opened the door and stepped back, admitting me.

At 6′5″, he towered over me, overwhelming with me with his strength and scent as he guided me to the bedroom.

“Strip,” was all he said.

I stared into his eyes, wet and trembling, being in no condition to refuse him. His face was expressionless as I shed my shirt and jeans. The only signs of interest were his tensing muscles and the slow rise of his erection.

I stood naked before him, waiting for some sign, praying he would touch me.

He grabbed my waist.

He threw me down onto the bed. His hands, his mouth, were everywhere, tangling his tongue with mine, licking and biting my nipples, and thrusting three fingers deep into my pussy. He found my G-spot rubbed me until I pumped my hips into his hands, coming violently, begging for more. I am soaking wet, my thighs spread, and my nipples now clamped and aching.

I try to touch him, but he grabs my wrists in one large hand and pins me into place. His thighs press mine apart and I gasp as ten solid inches slide slowly deeply into me. He’s so wide it hurts, but I crave the pain.

It is delicious - addicting.

“You’re soaking my cock,” he breathes. “You’re just my little cum slave aren’t you?”

I’ve heard the words hundreds of times and every time, they make me come.