Let me tell you about my best girl named Sandra

Sandra was the best lover I ever had. She was thick; she had big double D tits, a thin waist, and a huge ass. So much so that she waddled when she walked. She had long black hair that she wore in loose curls. He always wore a face that included big lashes and cherry red lip stick. She was Mexican American and full of spice.

Sandra loved two things: sucking my dick and bringing me girls to fuck. Sandra was special. She was down to fuck any where and at any time. She would put on shows for me in private and in public and she was addicted to public sex. Not having sex in public, rather having discrete sex in public.

She had a gang of hoes that she ran with. Those bitches were one stop short of being hookers. They fucked for money, for gifts, hell, they fucked for food. I’m not gonna lie I fucked them all. Sandra was mine but she would gift me their asses and pussies.

Absolute truth be told, she looked like a normal chubby babydoll. Like a chubby pin up girl. She always had a smile on her face and often a drink in her hand. The funny thing is, she didn’t drink. Everyone thought she was a drunk whore. The truth was she was just a whore.

Sandra and I met at a fraternity party. All of my brothers wanted the fat one with red lips. They all approached her and failed. They all reeked of desperation. Me I was the guy assigned to serve drinks. I was a pledge and I had to put in my time. She walked up to me and ordered a stiff drink. I poured her a fireball in Apple juice. She laughed and said that I didn’t know what a stick drink was. I laughed and admitted that I didn’t. I didn’t really drink.

We ended up in my bed that night. She sucked me, fucked me, and wore my tongue down to a nub. She 69’d me and rode me like a chubby cowgirl. She almost broke off my dick thrusting herself into an orgasm.

We would be walking along the hallways of the school and she would shove me into an empty classroom and fuck me in the aisle way of the lecture hall. We would go to clubs and she would disappear and come back with the prettiest girl in the club. We would end up fucking in my car or fucking intended restroom while other women complained that they needed to piss. Once we fucked a boygirl on a tender on a cruise ship.

She made me cum at the movies, in the parking lot, in a museum, at 6 Flags, at Disneyland, at the opera, at a dodgers game, in the hall of horrors in Joshua tree, and everywhere in Vegas. There wasn’t one dance floor in Vegas that didn’t receive my dripping cum. She even took me to a chicken ranch and paid to have a whore watch as I fucked the shit out of her ass.

Sandra was a fucken stud. She was loyal, horny and devoted to me. She would send me the best selfies ever. Legs up with a dildo in the butt. Bent over in a French maid costume. Tied up bent over my ottoman. Shit, she even managed to stick a camera up her pussy while she jacked off. She sent me a pick of four distinct boobs and asked me to ID hers.

She taught me to fuck her ass. To spank her, and choke her. On special occasions she liked golden showers and water works. She even had me piss in her pussy. She was a fucken wild stallion.

We would start fucking and she would text a friend to come join us. She had two “go to” girls. A shy brunette nerdy girl that wore thick ass glasses. That nerd loved Sandra. She would pine for Sandra. Obsesse over her big ass tits and eat Sandra’s pussy and ass. She took any abuse that I dished out only as long as her face was in Sandra’s pussy.

Then there was the thin white girl. The white girl loved to 69 Sandra and her fisted by Sandra. She loved to wear skimpy lingerie and stuck big as “fantasy dildo” up her pussy. Her pussy would prolapse and Sandra enjoyed the hell out of watching the prolapsed pussy grow and shrink. I loved fucking her prolapsed pussy and ass. Her ass was small and hungry. I could fuck her as long as I wanted, only as long as she was eating Sandra’s pussy.

Sandra and I got in the habit of going to sex clubs and nude parties. Sandra would find ladies to suck me and afterwards I’d fuck her and I was fucked by her till either one of us passed out.

I was about to graduate and after a good and big fight we just walked away from each other. She ended up hooking up with a guy a few years younger than her; they had a kid. Me, I ended up meeting the woman that I would eventually marry. My wife wasn’t tame but neither was she as wild as Sandra.

No one was ever as wild and free as Sandra. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel Sandra sucking my dick. On those nights I mount my wife and fuck the living day light out of her. Sometimes I feel like looking her up and setting up a date to chat. But I know the truth, we wouldn’t be able to just chat. The best cure for a toxic relationship is to run as far as you can from it. Sometimes I feel like I’ve run so far from Sandra that I’m quickly approaching her from the opposite side. Fuck I miss those big red lips.