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Late Night Surprises

Added 2025-03-14 12:33:47 +0000 UTC

Dave staggered home, three sheets to the wind after a pub crawl, his liver begging for mercy. Lisa was working the night shift at the diner, but in his whiskey-soaked brain, she was sprawled in bed, ready for action. He kicked the door open, hiccupping, and spotted a lump under the covers. "Lisa, you minx!" he bellowed, shedding his shirt like a molting peacock. There she was—cotton pig-print pajamas, innocent as a nun’s diary. He yanked the bottoms off, revealing creamy thighs, and plunged in like a jackhammer on a mission.

It was Mandy, Lisa’s shy college freshman sister, crashing for the weekend. Her doe eyes popped wide as Dave’s drunken thrust-a-thon began. "W-wait—" she squeaked, but he was too far gone, grunting like a hog in heat. Her pigtails bounced as he pounded deep, fast, and sloppy, her tight, untouched warmth gripping him. "Oh, Lisa, you’re tighter tonight!" he slurred, clueless. Mandy, blushing crimson, bit her lip—shocked, confused, but tingling as her body betrayed her innocence. His balls, heavy from a week of Lisa’s teasing, unleashed a torrent, creampie-ing her with a groan so loud the neighbors twitched.

The lamp flicked on. "Dave?!" Mandy yelped, dripping and mortified, pig pajamas bunched at her ankles. He blinked, swaying. "Mandy? Shit, you’re not Lisa!" She clutched the sheet, shy but smirking. "I-I won’t tell. It… felt good." Dave faceplanted into the pillow, muttering, "Lisa’s gonna kill me," as Mandy giggled, secretly planning her next “visit.”