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I helped a pregnant friend because her boyfriend didn't want to

I helped a pregnant friend because her boyfriend didn't want to - Lemmy NSFW

Elise was sobbing uncontrollably on my couch, her dickhead boyfriend Brad had told her the real reason he hadn’t touched her since the start of the pregnancy and it was because he did not find her attractive at the moment but “not to worry, things can go back to usual when you go back to usual”. Her massive, swollen breasts heaved with her loud, pained sobbing as she told me all. Those breasts were easily F cups before the pregnancy and now she couldn’t even find bras large enough. Elise told me she felt humiliated and unwanted but even more than that she was constantly uncontrollably horny. Like, hump the bollards as you walk down the street horny. It was the hormones she said, and the lack of physical affection she received at home. And I’m like… what do you even say to that? Sorry your boyfriend is as classy as a wet fart in an elevator? Sorry you can’t fit in a single bra at Target and you might need to sew a few together to contain those massive, round, bouncing tits that are leaking through your shirt so that I can see those huge nipples as plain as day? She said, “I feel like I’m going to die. I swear, Sarah, I can’t stop thinking about it. Getting rubbed, touched, caressed, fucked. My whole body… I can’t focus on anything. I literally tried to rub one out in the shower and ended up just sliding down the fucking wall and sobbing.” I tried not to stare at her chest but it’s like, how? They’re right there. Big as my head, nipples the size of Cadbury Mini Eggs, only not mini. Her shirt is clinging to her nipples like a whiny ex who just can’t let go. I wasn’t even subtle about it. Because it was not a situation for subtlety. “Brad is an idiot. You need to be taken care of. This is not right.” She tried to laugh but it came out as this little hiccup, which only makes her tits bounce more. “Taken care of? What would that look like?” Her face went red like a horny beetroot. She covered her mouth with her hand and then climbed onto my lap facing me like a stripper giving a lap dance. She was heavy enough to make me wince but I was not complaining. “Do you want to?” She asked. I nodded. “But isn’t it wrong?” she wanted to know. “Nope, it’s not cheating if your boyfriend is a dickhead.” I tell her. It’s true, that’s a rule, you can ask anyone. Elise stared at me for a second like she was waiting for some magical bolt of shame to hit either of us, but there was nothing. Just her tits in my face and her body straddling my lap and the smell of her shampoo and, I guess, pregnancy hormones, sweet and sweaty and honestly, I could get addicted. Her hands shook when she touched me. I put my hands around her waist and, holy shit, she was warm. Soft everywhere except for the bump of her belly pushing against my sternum, which felt tight as a fucking bowling ball. She sniffled. Not even a cute sniffle, just, like, raw and ugly and desperate. Still, she looked at me with these huge, watery eyes like I was her last hope on earth to get off. “Do you want to touch them?” she whispered, but I was already touching them. Who was I kidding? I had both hands on her tits before she’d even finished the sentence. Did I have shame? Nope. I know a lot of words but not that one. Her boobs were fucking incredible. Huge, heavy, warm, just, like, every horny fantasy about pregnant tits times a million. The shirt was so soaked I could see the veins on her boobs, could see the exact color of her nipples through the cotton, and the second I squeezed, a fat little droplet leaked through and made me lose my mind. “Jesus,” I said, and Elise just moaned. Actually moaned. She dropped her head and her hair fell in my face and I couldn’t see shit but I didn’t need to see. It was all hands and heat and her body pressed against me, tits so big they had their own fucking gravity. Like, I was drowning in tit and didn’t even wanna breathe. I mashed my face into her chest and sucked her nipple right through the shirt. I wanted her shivering and crying and leaking for me. She started grinding on my thigh. Desperate, needy, leaking all over my leg. I could feel her soaking my jeans. Actually, I could feel her heat like a damn oven. I slipped one hand up her skirt where I found her absolutely dripping and hot like a molten sun. I slid my fingers against her, just to see if she’d flinch, but all I got was this brain-melting gasp and Elise jerking her hips so hard she almost knocked the whole couch over. Christ, I mean, I’ve been with horny women before, but this was something else. She was so wet it dripped onto my palm before I’d even done anything. Hottest thing I’ve ever felt, hands down, and my head was spinning like I’d shotgunned a can of Red Bull mixed with pure, undiluted lust. “Sarah, don’t stop, don’t stop” she was babbling, voice high and shaking because I was already rubbing circles over her clit and I could tell there was no need to take it slow either. I could feel her leaking down my hand, down my leg, just, like, everywhere. If I ever said a single bad word about Brad, I was a fool. Forgive me Brad, you are an absolute fucking legend for sending her to me in this state. She was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, end of story, close the book, rip the fucking pages out and eat them. I slip two fingers in her and start rubbing her G spot while I keep working her clit with my thumb. “Sarah, oh, fuck, I can’t—I’m so close already,” she said, breathless, voice right in my ear. I squeezed her tits even harder with my free hand and she threw her head back like she was gonna scream. Her belly pressed into me, hard and round, so fucking hot I just wanted to devour her, straight up eat her alive. Her hips were rolling wild against my hand. Her thighs clamped around my wrist like she was trying to break it in half. I shoved my fingers deeper and she gasped, mouth open, red-faced and desperate. Perfect. Exactly how I wanted her. I twisted my wrist to grind my palm into her clit and she absolutely lost it. She came so hard I thought she was gonna black out. Like, actually black out. Her whole body convulsed, belly heaving, massive tits shaking in my hand, leaking and quivering and making everything slippery. I swear, it sounded like she was sobbing and cumming at the same time. Her hips punched against my hand, making my wrist ache in the best way. “Sarah, fuck, fuck, FUUUCK,” she screamed and I didn’t even care that she was probably waking the neighbors. Let them hear. Let the whole building hear what a useless piece of shit Brad was and how easy I could make his girlfriend cum. I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing her tits hard, kneading that soaking wet shirt, feeling those insane nipples against my palms. “Want more?” I growled, still rubbing her, not even giving her a second to think. She was still cumming, honestly, the last one wasn’t even over but she shrieked “YES!” and I got back to work.

Mysteriousking1 Feb 2

I love my gf but

https://lemmynsfw.com/post/36120894

I love my gf but - Lemmy NSFW

I have an active sex life, but despite that, and even though I’m a beautiful girl, I absolutely love masturbating while watching celebrities, hot friends, and all kinds of porn. I don’t know if that’s completely normal, but so far everyone would say yes, it’s pretty common! The really weird part is that I only manage to come – and come really hard – when there are strangers online directing me, treating me like their personal goon machine, giving orders and controlling my pleasure. I also adore fantasizing about fake virtual cheating or imagining my girlfriend with other men… but in real life I would never actually do it! It’s all just dirty fantasy that turns me on like crazy

Sui Nov 9

Masturbating to my Indian maid

https://lemmynsfw.com/post/32788510

Masturbating to my Indian maid - Lemmy NSFW

Hi I am (20M) attracted to my maid (38F) she is like 18 years older than me but she literally have the milfy figure and looks younger and so hot while working in house chores It all started when she was working asked for my help in moving some heavy furniture and she was looking soo slutty in sweat while working. She has soo hot navel and back which can make anyone hard From then I started to lust over her and be around her and stare her navel and back most of the time. She even noticed that sometimes but still don’t say anything and always be nice and smily towards me I think she intentionally flashes me her figure while working because she knows I am watching her Few days back I was literally flashed my boner to her and she wasn’t even bothered and continue doing her work and chatted normally with me later and she often asks my help in some chores.

TheDoctorLady Sep 27

Posting nudes online makes me soaking wet… but I’m terrified someone will recognize me 🔥

https://lemmynsfw.com/post/31063260

Posting nudes online makes me soaking wet… but I’m terrified someone will recognize me 🔥 - Lemmy NSFW

I have to confess something that makes my pussy clench every time I hit “post”: I’m a 25-year-old Indian doctor by day, but at night? I’m a shameless nude poster. And God, the thrill of it all… it leaves me drenched. There’s something about stripping down for strangers: knowing my colleagues, patients, or even my boss could stumble across my tits, my ass, my fucking face, that makes my thighs slick. The fear? It’s an aphrodisiac. My hands shake while I crop my face out of a pic, my heart pounds while I upload a video of me arching my back like a slut… and by the time I’m done? I’m so wet I could stain my scrubs. It’s a dangerous game. One wrong tag, one careless screenshot, and my career implode. But the risk? It’s what makes me cum. Knowing I’m being a dirty little secret for thousands of horny strangers while I diagnose illnesses by day… it’s intoxicating. Sometimes I lie in bed at night, scrolling through comments calling me a “good girl” or a “whore,” and I touch myself thinking: What if they knew? What if the man I prescribed antibiotics for last week saw me fingering myself on his feed? The shame should consume me. Instead? It just makes me wetter. Am I alone in this? Does anyone else get off on the terror of being exposed? Or am I just a slut with a stethoscope and a death wish? 💦

CrpseClown Sep 9, 2025

My Ex (22) was polyamorous, I (23) wish I took the opportunity to watch her get intimate with her other partner’s.

https://lemmynsfw.com/post/30318627

My Ex (22) was polyamorous, I (23) wish I took the opportunity to watch her get intimate with her other partner’s. - Lemmy NSFW

I had my first date with this girl, and it was exceptional. She was charming, attractive, and wonderful in every respect. On our second date, we were planning to go to the movies, but before the show started, she shared that she was polyamorous. This revelation was not what I had expected; she wanted to keep seeing other people and pursuing romantic and physical relationships with them. At the tail end of our second date, we had a long, heart-to-heart talk about our emotions. Despite my feelings becoming overwhelmed, I hadn’t felt a connection like this before. In the end, I chose to take a risk and see where things went with her. The time we spent together was always wonderful, but there was a lingering sense of discomfort due to her occasional mentions of other people she’d seen or been involved with. As soon as she brought up these people, my heart would sink and I’d feel sad. One time, we were talking on the phone and she casually mentioned finding a condom had fallen out of her purse, which she had to put back. This comment filled me with sadness because I knew that it wasn’t meant for us; it was intended for someone else to use when they were intimate with her. Another time, we were on our way to her place when she decided to tell me about this black guy she had been seeing, she wanted to mention it, because it was playing on her mind, above his bed, was a confederate flag, my GF at the time, got dicked down by BBC under a confederate fucking flag. During a different occasion that I was at hers, I noticed that she had handcuffs hanging on the bed headboard, it looked like they had been used recently, the two of us never used them together, she had no intention of using them with me. It really hurt to hear and see all this kind of stuff, she was my princess, my angel, my everything, she told me one day that it would just be me and her, then she went out finding other men, to fuck. I told her one day, that I wish I could be by her every second of every day, that I adore her that much, she thought for a second, and laughed, asking if I would sit in the corner while she was being intimate. At that moment I was serious, it hurt a lot, she took a loving heartfelt moment, and slapped me with a “you could watch me fuck other lol” A little while later, we broke up, after some time, I started thinking about her with her other partners, and thinking about when she jokingly mentioned letting me watch her get fucked, and now, I regret not taking my chance, I regret not saying, yeah let me watch you. When I get really horny, I just cant help but think of her take these faceless men, imaging her doggy style, hearing her moans, imagining her moaning louder than she ever has done for her, I wish I could rewind time, and sit in the corner of her room, and jerk one out to her getting railed hard.