Fun Filled Afternoon

I got a text from one of my fuck buddies, Alex, asking if I was available for an afternoon of sex with him and Tony—another one of my fuck buddies—on Sunday. I do enjoy spending an afternoon naked, with cocks to play with, getting cum in every hole and all over my body. So, I checked with my husband, Carl, to see if he had any plans for us that day. When he said no, I texted Alex back to let him know I was free and couldn’t wait for the fun.

Carl then arranged to spend the afternoon at our friends' place. My girlfriend, Laura, and her husband were planning to give her a good seeing-to—she never says no to a threesome.

Sunday came quickly. I got up, went to the gym for a workout, then came home for a shower. It was a chilly day, so I slipped on just a pair of stockings with suspenders and threw on a big coat—the guys love it when I show up like that. It wasn’t a long drive to Alex’s house. I pulled into the driveway, parked, and let myself in—he always leaves the door unlocked for me. After dropping my bag and locking the door behind me, I heard Alex call down from the bedroom. I headed upstairs. Both he and Tony were already on the bed—completely naked—on a king-sized mattress with the TV at the foot. As I walked in, they stood up and greeted me with kisses. I smiled and slowly took off my coat. We got on the bed and I was nestled between them—Alex to my right, Tony to my left—my skin warm against theirs, the bed soft beneath us. The sheets were already wrinkled with anticipation, the air tinged with that familiar scent of sex and something about-to-happen. The room was dim, lit mostly by the flickering screen at the foot of the bed. The film had just started, and already I was smirking.

Onscreen, a woman was on her knees, surrounded by men. Their cocks brushed her face, slapped against her lips, thick hands gripping her hair, her shoulders, pushing her where they wanted her. She opened wide, took them in, one after the other, while another man knelt behind her, spreading her wide and driving into her. Her moans were muffled, gagged by cock, but I could hear the need in them. It turned me on instantly. I didn’t bother pretending to watch passively. My fingers found Alex’s cock first—already hardening, twitching with every stroke of the porn's rhythm. I curled my hand around it slowly, teasing him with just enough grip to feel him grow heavier in my palm. I kept my gaze half on the screen, half on his face. He bit his lip and shifted slightly, a quiet sigh escaping him. I turned my attention to Tony next, dragging my fingers across his stomach first—feeling his muscles tighten as I reached lower, took hold of him too. His cock was thickening quickly in my hand, eager, almost pulsing. I loved the contrast—one in each hand, both twitching under my slow, steady strokes.

God, I love this.

There was something so indulgent about it: lying between two warm, hard men, completely naked except for my stockings and suspenders, the coat I’d worn discarded on the floor. I could still feel the cool air that had clung to my skin when I first walked in. Now, all I felt was heat.

“You like that?” I asked softly, not really needing the answer. Tony gave a quiet grunt. His fingers grazed my thigh, followed the line of the garter strap, a small, possessive touch. “She’s getting destroyed,” he said, eyes fixed on the woman on screen being filled in every hole, drool and cum running down her chin.

“Mmm,” I hummed, twisting my hand around his cock with a little more pressure. “Lucky girl.”

Alex turned to me, his hand sliding over my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. “We should do that again to you. Bring in more cocks. See how full we can get you.”

My lips curled into a grin. “You say that like I’d resist.”

I meant it, too. The thought made my thighs press together, heat pulsing between them. Onscreen, the woman was being pulled onto her back now—legs spread, two men in her mouth, another straddling her chest to jerk himself over her face. She was soaked, her body used and opened, trembling under the rhythm of it. I loved that. I loved that exact thing. I stroked them both faster now, feeling how ready they were—Alex’s breath catching, Tony’s hips lifting just slightly into my palm. I imagined myself on that screen, stretched wide, pinned down, dripping with cum. My cunt clenched at the thought. “I want that, we've not done it for a bit” I whispered, eyes still on the screen. “All of it. Every cock. Every drop. I want to be ruined. again”

Tony turned to look at me. He didn’t smile—he just stared, like he was already picturing it too. His hand moved between my legs, fingers gliding over my pussy, finding how wet I already was. I gasped softly as he touched me, hips twitching against him.

“Let’s take our time,” he said. “Let it build. Watch you beg for it.”

I shivered, lips parting, as his fingers circled slowly, just enough to keep me on edge. The screen kept playing—cum dripping, mouths open, the woman overwhelmed with cock and moaning like she’d never get enough. And neither would I. The tension built slowly and steady. My hands kept working their cocks, my body tingling with need, my pulse thrumming between my legs. I licked my lips, already imagining the next hour, the next wave of moans, the slick sound of skin on skin. This was only the beginning. Alex shifted first. I was still stroking them both when he leaned in, kissed my neck, then moved down—slow, deliberate, his mouth warm and hungry. His hand brushed over my stomach, across the curve of my thigh, then pushed between my legs. I opened them for him immediately, thighs parting like muscle memory, as if I’d been waiting for this all day.

Maybe I had. Tony’s cock was thick in my hand, and he let out a low groan as I gave him one last slow stroke and leaned toward him. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting the bead of precum there, letting my tongue swirl around it before I took more of him into my mouth. His hips flexed—just a little—and his hand slid into my hair, guiding me with the lightest pressure. I moaned around him when I felt Alex’s tongue on my pussy. The first touch was teasing, just a flick over my clit, but it sent a sharp jolt through my belly. I spread wider, lifting one leg to drape it over his shoulder as he settled between my thighs. He knew exactly how I liked it—slow at first, soft circles, just enough pressure to get me twitching and grinding into his face.

Tony’s cock filled my mouth, and I loved the weight of it, the smooth stretch as I took him deeper. His hand tightened in my hair, and I relaxed into it, sucking steadily, letting him guide the pace while I focused on the growing pressure between my legs. Alex’s mouth got wetter, messier, as he buried his face in me. He slid two fingers inside, curling them, finding that spot just right—God, he was so fucking good at that. I groaned around Tony’s cock as my hips bucked, and then I felt the pressure at my ass—one slick finger, testing, circling, then pushing in slowly.

My whole body arched, stretched between their touch. The fullness, the stretch, the heat in my core—it all blurred together until I was dripping, trembling, swallowing around one cock while two fingers fucked my pussy and another worked deeper into my ass. I had no shame in the way I moaned. It spilled out around Tony’s cock, muffled and ****. He pulled back just enough for me to breathe, then pushed in again, slower this time. I looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, lips stretched and wet. His expression was hungry, almost feral.

“God, you look perfect like that,” he said, his voice tight. “Full mouth, soaking wet cunt…”

Behind me, Alex added another finger to my ass, and I gasped, the sensation overwhelming—tight and delicious. His tongue never left my clit, and he was grinding his face against me now, groaning like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I felt open. Used. Worshipped. Exactly how I wanted.

My hips moved without thought, riding his mouth, pressing into his fingers. My hands were gripping Tony’s thighs now, holding on as I sucked him deeper, faster, my own saliva dripping down his shaft, making it slick. I could hear the obscene sounds we were making—the wet slurps, the soft gasps, the suck of fingers moving inside me. Then Alex pulled back for just a moment. His face was glistening, lips red, eyes dark.

“You’re ready for more,” he said, voice low.

I nodded, breathless, still licking the head of Tony’s cock. “Yes. Use me.”

Alex didn’t need more than that. He climbed up behind me, guiding his cock to my entrance, and with a slow, relentless thrust, he pushed inside. I gasped, the stretch making me clench tight around him, every inch delicious as he filled me. Tony’s cock was still in my mouth, and I moaned around it, my body now completely surrounded—one cock deep in my pussy, another in my mouth, my ass still tingling from the attention of his fingers.

I was soaked. Trembling. Drenched in need. And they were just getting started. They didn't rush. That was the most delicious part.

There was something about the way they took their time—how they moved me, positioned me, looked at me—that made everything hotter. I was theirs. Entirely. No thoughts in my head, just sensation. Just the heat in my belly, the tension between my thighs, the way their hands gripped my waist like I was some prized thing they both wanted to wreck. Tony had just pulled out of my mouth, strings of spit still connecting us. My jaw ached. My lips were slick. I didn't care. I wanted more. I needed more.

Alex was still inside me, slow thrusts drawing out the pressure, dragging the pleasure to a razor edge. His hands gripped my hips When Alex pulled back, I let out a breathless noise. A whimper. My body clenched on nothing, suddenly empty, suddenly needing. But they were already shifting me—Tony grabbing my arms, pulling me forward toward the pillows while Alex guided my hips up. I was on all fours now, my back arched, thighs trembling.

Tony fed himself back into my mouth without asking. Just slid in deep, using my throat with slow, controlling thrusts as I gasped through my nose. Behind me, Alex spread me open again, his fingers tracing me, teasing me, dragging my need out longer than I thought I could stand.

Then I felt it—him pressing against the other entrance.

He didn’t **** it. He knew I wanted it. I’d begged for it earlier. But he still took his time. Let me feel the stretch, the tightness, the dizzying heat as he worked his way in, inch by inch. I cried out around Tony's cock, my whole body locked in a tremble, overwhelmed. Owned. The fullness was insane. My mouth stuffed. My ass filled. My hands fisting the sheets as I rocked between the two of them. They took their turns. Switched positions again and again. Pulled me onto one lap while the other kissed my neck, grabbed my throat, whispered things that made me melt and shiver. I rode them. They stuck a cock up each hole from behind, double penetrating me, I loved it, the feeling of two cocks using my holes, I felt very full, a whore, a cumslut, just like the whore on the tv, I was flipped onto my back. Bent over the edge of the bed. Pushed down. Held open. Used. They didn’t stop until I couldn’t think anymore—just moan and take. My body shook with every movement, every grip, every deep thrust that left me gasping. At one point, I was straddling Alex, facing him, his hands gripping my ass as he thrust up into me. Tony stood behind me, his hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss my throat—or bite it. I couldn’t tell anymore. I didn’t care. I was theirs. Fully. And they knew exactly what to do with me. I was past the edge.

Sweat clung to my skin in a thin sheen. My limbs trembled from holding myself up, but I stayed in position—on all fours, head low, mouth parted, panting through every wave that still echoed in my body. My hair was tangled, my thighs sticky with slick, my ass sore from being filled again and again. They weren’t gentle anymore. They didn’t need to be. Tony was behind me now, his cock deep in my ass, his hands gripping my waist so tightly. He wasn’t slow. He wasn’t careful. He was using me like a thing—grunting under his breath, driving into me like he needed to fuck the last shred of control out of himself. I took it. Every thrust, every slap of skin, every raw sound that spilled from his throat—every bit of it fed that hot, feral ache inside me.

Ahead of me, Alex stood stroking himself, his eyes locked on where Tony was slamming into me. I could see the tension in his body, his jaw tight, his chest rising with each breath as he worked himself closer, watching my mouth open wide as I whimpered and gasped into the mattress.

“Look at her,” he said, voice low and harsh. “Begging for it.”

I didn’t deny it. I couldn’t. Not when I was this wet, this ruined, this stretched open and shaking. My arms gave out for a second, and I collapsed onto my elbows, back still arched, offering more. Always more. Tony let out a strained groan. I felt the shift in his rhythm—deeper, rougher, faster. And then— He buried himself to the hilt. I cried out, my body clenching hard, pushed to the edge again just from the **** of it. He held me there, locked against me, and I felt him release—deep, hot, overwhelming, huge spurts of spunk deep in my ass. It was filthy. Perfect. He pulled out slowly, and I could feel the mess, the heat left behind. Before I could even catch my breath, Alex moved behind me. His hand slid over my back, guiding me back up onto hands and knees, whispering, “One more.” Then he pressed against me—lower this time. Slick and ready. He slipped inside my pussy easily, and I gasped, my walls gripping him tight, still soaked and throbbing from everything I’d already taken.

I was so full. So raw. So ready to be finished completely. He didn't last long. I could feel how close he was already—his hips hammering into me, fast and unforgiving, chasing that final high. My fingers curled in the sheets. My head dropped again. I braced myself as he slammed forward one last time and held, buried deep. He groaned through clenched teeth. I felt it—another fat load inside me, mixing with everything else. Overflowing.

By the time he pulled out, I could hardly move. My thighs quivered. My cunt and ass ached in the best, filthiest way. I stayed where I was, panting, dripping, used. They looked over me, silent for a moment, just watching what they'd done. And I smiled. Because I wouldn't have traded this for anything. I collapsed onto my side, hair clinging to my face, my thighs still trembling. My body was soaked—used, open, raw in all the right ways. The air in the room was thick with sweat and sex, the sheets twisted beneath me, and the scent of them—us—clung to everything.

I let out a slow, satisfied breath and turned my head to look at them. Tony sat back against the headboard, chest heaving, his cock glistening and softening in the low light. Alex was on the edge of the bed, legs wide, his body covered in the same sheen of effort. They looked ruined. Wrecked. Just like me. I grinned.

“You filthy bastards,” I said, voice hoarse but warm, teasing. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Tony laughed, head falling back. “You loved every second.”

“I did,” I purred, dragging myself up onto my knees, crawling across the bed toward them. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re both dirty fuckers.”.

I asked Tony to pass my phone from my coat and I began to take photos of my pussy and ass, both messy and had cum oozing out of them.

“Carl will love these”, I said as I sent him the photos on WhatsApp, my husband loves seeing what guys have done to me when I am with them without him. It didn’t take long for a reply.

Good whore, was his response, along with a photo of Laura’s gaped asshole, full of cum, looks like they both cum in it. I responded and called him a dirty fucker.

Alex smirked. “Carl, certainly loves seeing you used and soaked in it.”

“Oh yes he does.” I knelt between them, my voice dropping low. “So now I get to clean you up.” I reached for Tony first, taking his softening cock gently in my hand, bringing it to my mouth. I kissed the head—slow, reverent—before running my tongue around it, tasting everything they’d left behind. He let out a groan, even though he was spent, as I took him into my mouth, lazily sucking him clean. Every stroke of my tongue was slow, deliberate. I looked up at him as I did it, my eyes half-lidded, daring him to call me the same names I’d just thrown at them. When I was done, I turned to Alex and did the same—kissing the length of him, licking every inch, savoring the salt and the slickness, the scent of sweat and sex. He watched me with dark eyes, his hand resting on my head as I moved.

Neither of them said a word. They didn’t need to. Because in that moment, as I knelt between them, tongue flicking, lips wrapped around the last remnants of their release, I wasn’t just the one they’d used. I was the one in control now—loving every second of the filth they'd given me.

The air still smelled like sex. Not just the subtle aftermath, but something heavier—soaked into the sheets, clinging to our skin, ghosting off our breath. It was perfect. Filthy. Comfortable in the way only true decadence can be. We didn’t speak much at first. Just quiet laughter and the creak of the bed as we stretched out, bodies loose and heavy. Tony swung his legs over the edge, still naked, and grabbed the beers he'd stashed in the mini fridge. "Round two," he muttered, cracking his open with one hand. Alex took his without a word, taking a long pull before leaning back against the headboard.

I walked over to the fridge for my drink. Non-alcoholic. I was still driving later, probably. Maybe. That thought felt like it belonged to a different reality.

I got back on the bed and sat cross-legged between them, sipping the cold sweetness while the TV screen flickered back to life. Another film. This one even dirtier. Amateur, grainy, with a rough kind of energy. A woman on her knees, surrounded by men, her eyes wide, mascara already running. One was feeding her cock while another stroked himself over her face, and two more waited their turn. I felt my lips part slowly as I watched.

“God,” I breathed. “She’s going to drown in it.”

“Lucky girl,” Tony said, echoing my earlier words with a smirk.

Alex nudged me with his foot. “You still hungry, babe?”

I turned to look at him. His cock was half-hard again, lazy against his thigh, but already twitching back to life.

“Always,” I said.

I slid my drink onto the nightstand .I reached for Alex first, taking him in my hand, stroking slowly as I turned my head and met Tony’s gaze.

His eyes dropped to my mouth like it was already covered in cum.

“You two are insatiable,” I said softly.

“Only with you,” Tony replied, already moving closer. I could feel it—how the playfulness shifted, growing heavy again. The porn on the screen got louder—wet, gasping, degrading. It fed the room like fuel. I watched the girl on screen, coated and dripping, and knew exactly how this was going to end.

And I wanted it. They took turns in fucking me, they climbed onto me and I parted my legs for them to use my hole, each one fucking me for a few minutes then pulling out and swapping. As one fucked , I wanked and kissed the other, they took turns sucking my tits as my pussy got a good pounding, I could feel their balls slapping against me, still full of nut I wanted.

Tony was the one pounding me steady and hard and then his voice went rough. “Fuck, I’m close.”. He pulled out and moved towards my face and he came —hot, fast, thick across my cheek and lips. I flinched just slightly, then smiled through it. As my face was coated I saw Alex was stroking his cock so I turned my face toward Alex just in time to catch the second—his release hitting my jaw, spilling down my chin, mixing with the first in a hot, slick mess that dripped onto my chest. I stayed still. Let it drip. Let it shine.

“Fuck,” Alex muttered, staring down at me.

I licked my lips slowly, catching a taste, then swallowed with a satisfied hum. I lay there, my face smeared with thick, sticky cum. The men had cum all over me, their juices dripping down my cheeks and nose like a sticky, sweet sauce.

Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "You know, Carrie, you look absolutely ravishing like this."

I smiled, feeling a surge of pleasure at his words. I loved being the center of their attention, and right now, they were all focused on me. Tony nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with desire as he reached out to stroke my cheek. "Yeah, you're covered in us," he said, his voice dripping with sensuality. I felt a shiver run down my spine at his touch. I loved the way he made me feel – like I was a delicate, fragile thing that needed to be handled with care.

As Tony continued to stroke my cheek, I reached out with my fingers and scooped up some of their cum. It was warm and sticky on my skin, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I brought it to my lips.

It was rich and creamy on my tongue, with just a hint of saltiness from their sweat. I felt myself getting wet at the thought of eating their cum – it was like a taboo that I couldn't help but indulge in. Tony leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine as he spoke in a low, husky voice. "You're so dirty, Carrie," he said, his voice dripping with sensuality.

I grabbed hold of my phone and snapped my face, literally covered in spunk and sent the photo to Carl again, within a few minutes he responded with “Very nice, filthy whore”. He then sent a photo of Laura sucking his cock while her hubby was behind her giving her a pounding. I smiled, feeling a surge of pleasure at his words. I loved being called dirty, whore – it was like they saw me as something primal and raw, something that couldn't be tamed or civilized. As Tony continued to watch me, I reached out with my fingers once again and scooped up more cum. This time, Alex spoke up, his voice tinged with curiosity. I sat there for a moment, my face still smeared with their cum. But as I looked at them, I saw something in their eyes that made me feel...seen.

Alex reached out and gently picked up a towel from the nearby table. He handed it to me, his fingers brushing against mine as he did so.

"I think you need this," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

I took the towel and began to clean my face, wiping away the sticky residue of their cum. As I did so, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards them. When I finished cleaning my face, Tony leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was amazing," he said, his voice dripping with sensuality. I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. As we sat there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of our encounter, Alex spoke up again. "Let's finish our drinks," he said, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of amusement. I nodded in agreement, taking a sip from my glass as Tony did the same. We chatted for a bit about nothing in particular – just enjoying each other's company and the quiet moment after their cumming all over me.

"You know," Alex said, breaking the silence, "I never get tired of seeing you like that."

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of curiosity at his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of intensity. "I mean, when you're covered in cum," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's like...dirty and completely filthy", As we finished our drinks and chatted for a bit longer, as we finished our drinks, we put our empty glasses on the side table. Tony leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of intensity. He pushed my head down onto his semi hard cock and I sucked like the cock whore I was and Alex positioned himself so I could suck his cock too, which I did, lots of slurping noises and moans filled the room. After a few minutes when both of their cocks were hard and wet with my saliva that was running down their shafts, Tony pulled me on top of him and I knew what to do, I grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to my wet fuckhole and sank down on it

I felt his cock stretch me wide, the sensation of him filling me up like a wave crashing over me. As Tony's cock entered my pussy, Alex positioned himself behind me, his fingers guiding his own cock into my ass. The sensation was intense – not just from the physical sensations, but from the emotional connection that we shared as a group. Alex's cock slid smoothly into my ass, its head bumping against my prostate in a way that made me gasp with pleasure. Tony's cock, already buried deep inside my pussy, began to move in sync with Alex's, creating a sensation of double penetration that was almost too much to bear. The feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other inside me was incredible – like two waves crashing over me at the same time. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my body tense with anticipation as we continued to move together. They both fucked me for ages, I loved being double penetrated, a cock up each hole was a sluts dream in my opinion, Tony was first to unleash, Tony's cock pulsed inside my pussy, filling me up with a warm, sticky liquid ball juice that sent shivers down my spine. At the same time, Alex's cock began to thrust harder and faster into my ass, his movements becoming more intense and passionate by the second.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, the pressure building up inside me like a storm about to break. My body convulsed with pleasure as Tony's cock continued to pump in and out of me, its head bumping against my G-spot in a way that made me cry out with delight.

And then...it happened.

Alex's cock exploded in my ass, his cum spilling out of me like a tidal wave. His body tensed up behind me, his fingers digging deep into my skin as he came hard and fast. At the same time, Tony's cock pulsed inside my pussy once more, filling me up with another wave of warmth and sticky liquid . I felt myself let go, my body convulsing as I came around them both in an intense, all-consuming orgasm. It was an incredible feeling – like two waves crashing over me at the same time, creating a sensation of double penetration that was almost too much to bear. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined in a sweaty, sticky mess, catching our breath, Alex pulled out first, my ass slightly gaped and full of cum.

I leaned down as Tony was still impaling me with his fat cock, which was going a little limp and we kissed, his hand groping my tits. As we caught our breath, Alex and Tony had pulled their cocks out of me now, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. But instead of stopping there, they decided to take things further.

"We can't believe how dirty we made you." Alex said, his voice low and husky as he gazed at my cum-covered body.

"Dirty?" I repeated, laughing as I looked down at myself. "I think that's an understatement. You guys love me being a slut for you two."

Tony chuckled and replied, "We do and we love it."

Alex nodded in agreement, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of adoration. "You're the perfect little sex toy – always up for a good time and never afraid to get down and dirty."

I blushed at their words, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of being their plaything. But as I looked around at the messy room, I knew it was time to clean up.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower," I said, standing up and making my way to the bathroom.

"Sure," Alex replied, his voice dripping with sensuality.

I smiled to myself as I grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. I took everything off and cleaned up, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have guys like these in my life. They were dirty talkers – always pushing me to be more, to do more, and to want more from them. And I loved it. With a satisfied sigh, I finished cleaning up and headed back out into the living room. Alex and Tony were lounging on the couch, naked, their sacks visibly empty, cocks limp, looking at me with their usual adoring gaze. I grabbed my coat and put it on and Alex stood up and walked over to me, opening his arms wide. Tony followed suit, and I found myself caught in a tight hug between the two men.

"Thank you for being our dirty little slut," Alex whispered into my ear.

I laughed and hugged them back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "Anytime, guys," I replied, smiling up at them.

As we pulled back, Tony leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. Alex followed suit, his kiss even softer than Tony's.

"I'll walk you down," Tony said. He put on a bathrobe as we walked to the door, I turned back to them and said, "Thank you again...for everything."

Alex smiled and waved at me, while Tony leaned forward and whispered, "We'll see you soon, baby."

I smiled and blew them a kiss as I left, feeling happy and content after our fun together, Tony opened the door and again came close for a kiss, which we did.

“Thanks, babe, we’ll have to do it again soon”, he said, I smiled and said “mmm, definitely you dirty fuckers” and got in my car and left, my ass, pussy and stomach full of cum, which made me horny as Carl always likes to see my holes after they’ve been used.