Cream Pie Surprise!

I unlocked the front door and shut it as quietly as possible. The house was dark – good. He was sleeping. I stepped out of my heels and tiptoed across the living room towards the bathroom. I’d been a bad, bad girl…
I’d met up with a couple girlfriends for happy hour earlier that evening. We met at an upscale, trendy margarita place, and a group of men at the bar had sent us a round before they’d ended up joining us. We drank and flirted and laughed, and eventually my girlfriends both left. I was buzzed and having fun with the guys though, and they ordered another round. One of them said we should all go back to his place which was in the neighborhood. We finished our drinks and left.
I let all four of them fuck me! I was so bad… but it felt so good. Now I’m home, my boyfriend is sleeping, and my sore pussy is full of cum. I was almost to the bathroom when I heard his voice… “Valentina babe? Come here.”
Shit.
“Hey, love…” I leaned down and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me off my feet, onto the bed. His hands slid up and down my body… he was horny. “I’ve been waiting for you to get home, babe…” He took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock. His fingers slid up my skirt and into my sloppy pussy. “Shit, you’re soaking wet!” He thrust his fingers deep inside of my bruised cunt, and damn if I didn’t want to go again. “Eat my pussy, babe,” I moaned as I pushed his head between my legs.
He knows my pussy, and he could immediately smell the cum of other men in me. “What the fuck?” he asked with confusion, lifting his head away.
I pushed him back down. “Shhhh… Eat it, babe. I brought you a treat. Eat my creampie.”