You Prefer Her Sloppy, Wet, Filled with Cum

Most men want it tight. Fresh. Untouched. They brag about being the first to stretch her open, about how snug and virginal she feels around them. That’s the fantasy they cherish. But not you. Not even close. You want her after. After she’s been taken hard. After another man has finished inside her and left her pussy loose, glistening, messy. That’s what you crave. That’s what makes your cock ache.

You want her wet with cum. Not your cum—his. You want to see it leaking out of her when she spreads her legs for you. Want to smell that raw, spent, animal sex on her. The undeniable proof that she was fucked before you. The mess she let another man make inside her. That’s what you want. That’s what you need.

You like to kneel between her legs and see it all. Watch as it drips out of her swollen, used pussy. See the way her lips are puffy and open, not tight and shy, but hungry and eager, used like she was meant to be. You want to run your tongue along the folds that have been rubbed raw from being stretched around his cock. You want to taste the slick blend of her arousal and his cum, mixing hot and salty on your tongue.

She knows it too. She knows you like it this way. She smiles when she feels how hard you get at the sight of her defiled. She teases you about it. She tells you she’s going to make sure you never get her “fresh” again. Because why would she waste her tight, virginal grip on you when you love her sloppy? She wants to save that tightness for the man who makes her cum the hardest. You’re just there for cleanup duty. For the leftovers. And that thought drives you wild.

Maybe she even calls you over right after she’s finished with him. Legs spread. Cum dripping down her thighs. “Get over here,” she says with a grin. “Look at what he did to me. Clean me up.” You don’t hesitate. Your cock twitches uselessly as you bury your face between her legs, inhaling the scent of raw sex, licking up the mess. She moans softly, enjoying the feel of your tongue scooping it out of her.

She might tell you how good he was. How big. How deep. How she came so hard she almost passed out. She’ll remind you that she only cums like that for him. Your job isn’t to make her cum. Your job is to savor the proof that he did. And you love it. You fucking love it.

You like knowing she’s looser now. You like that he ruined her for you—at least for a little while. You like how she won’t even tighten around you properly if she lets you fuck her after. She’s sloppy. Wet. Open. And it’s not for you. It’s because of him. That’s your kink. That’s what you jerk off to later when she’s asleep, your face still sticky from cleaning her.

She knows you’re broken this way. She likes it. She encourages it. She’ll deliberately keep herself filled for you. Make sure she doesn’t clean up before you arrive. She wants you to see the evidence, to feel humiliated, to get hard anyway. She wants you to admit you like sloppy seconds. That you’re turned on by her being used. That you need it.

Maybe you used to try to deny it. Maybe you told yourself you wanted her tight. That you wanted her to be “yours.” But now you can’t lie. She’s not just yours. She’s theirs too. She’s for whoever she chooses. And you get her after. You’re the cleanup crew. The sloppy seconds slut. The one who makes sure she’s licked clean before she moves on with her day.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because there’s nothing hotter than knowing she got exactly what she needed. That she let herself go for another man in ways she’ll never do for you. That you’re not the alpha here. You’re the one who worships her, serves her, tastes the result of her satisfaction.

That’s the truth about you. You don’t want a “fresh” untouched pussy. You want hers. Used. Filled. Marked. You want the scent and taste of him still all over her. You want to watch her push it out for you. Moaning, laughing, telling you how he made her cum so much it’s leaking everywhere.

You want the shame. The humiliation. The surrender. You want to be reminded every time you see her spread that you’re not her only option. That you’re the cleanup boy. The worshiper. The submissive who lives for her pleasure, even when someone else gave it to her first.

You want her to see the look in your eyes when you realize it’s true. That you prefer her this way. Sloppy. Wet. Filled with cum. That’s who you are. And she’ll make sure you never forget it.