I was basically a plank my entire life until around the time I turned 18. That year, I went from a B cup to a C cup to a D cup. My ass got fatter, my hormones went through the roof. It was like puberty procrastinated until the last moment then did it all at once.

The new back pain was crazy, and having these two new melons on me at all times was weird, but none of that mattered, because god was I horny. I never knew how easy it was to hook up with guys. All you need is a Tinder, set it local, not be too picky. I’m not looking for a date, I’m looking for a fuck.

Since I grew my tits I’ve fucked close to 100 different guys. Ages ranging from 18-55. I don’t have a preferred age range, though my daddy issues do have me gravitated more towards 40s, but I’ll fuck whoever as long as they’re clean (physically and medically).

Tonight I fucked a married guy. Or I’m assuming he is. He had a deep tan but a tanline around his finger. When I asked about it he said he was divorced and immediately said something flirty to throw me off his scent. I didn’t really care, I’m just nosy.

We fucked at his hotel. I rode him, he held my hands as I leaned over him, my tits hanging. Then he fucked me doggy, pulling my hands behind me. he slapped my ass hard.

He came on my face and tits. He had a musky dick, and his pubes were going grey. But he was thick and not too long, so I didn’t care. I licked off my face what cum I could. He admired his work.

He paid for my Uber home.