So, I want to make my clit huge. As in turn it into a small dick. Like 3, maybe 4 inches. Right now, it’s 1 ¾ inches. I have some work to do. Some of you are scratching your head as to why I might want to do that. Because I like having a huge clit, and the bigger it gets, the harder I cum. I like to cum hard. And, honestly, just looking at it makes my pussy water. So, how am I going to do this? The obvious thing is I am pumping it twice a day for 30 minutes. That helps a ton. But the reality of it is I am going to do some Testosterone. That’s the magic bullet. I would tell you it’s to make my muscles bigger, and they will get bigger, but it’s really all about me having a giant clit I could fuck you with. I am talking with another chick who has a 4-inch clit, and she’s helping me out with tips and such. I would love for you to see her amazing clit, but she asked me not to advertise her. She’s taking a break from OFs and everything else. Working on her pro body-building career. I thought about doing daily or weekly updates, but I'm not sure this is something anyone really wants to hear or cares about. But I will keep you posted. I’m making gains already, so the future of me banging your ass with my clit is looking bright!
I let a guy cum inside of me last night. I shouldn’t have, but I did. He told me he was going to cum inside of me. I tried to tell him no, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Yes, cum in me.” I can’t stop myself. Some people can’t put the booze or drugs down. I can’t stop myself when it cums to sex. And I don’t want to. Who was this guy? I don’t know. I don’t even know his name or anything else about him. I was told he owns several big-name fast-food joints in the Orlando area. I don’t doubt it. He looked like money. How did this all “cum” about? I was naked and blowing another guy on a couch while Rob was fucking his wife beside us. You do these things at “Lifestyle Parties” which is another term for swinger parties. We had an audience. Probably 20 people, I don’t really know. I was watching them with a cock in my mouth while they were watching me. Win-win for everyone. This decent-looking guy got close and asked if he could touch me, and I just nodded my head in approval. He fingered me while everyone watched. It was hot and the guy I was blowing lost control and pumped his cum into my mouth for me to swallow. As usual, not a drop spilled. I sucked his dick soft. I like to leave a man with a cock that won’t have that annoying post cum drip. That takes another minute or so to get all the jizz out for him. The entire time the other guy kept fingering me and rubbing my clit. When I pulled the cock out of my mouth, I told him to fuck me. He didn’t hesitate and he wasn’t shy at all. He dropped his pants, and his hard dick was standing straight up. It was probably about 5 inches and thin, but it was hard. I was super wet and sloppy, so he slipped right in. He fucked me from behind for about 5 minutes and though it was good, there was no way I was going to cum. He wasn’t interested in my pleasure anymore. My pussy turned him stupid. It has that effect on men. But it was fun, and I loved watching the crowd watching me folded over and being bred for pleasure. When he said he was going to cum, he was asking me if he could spray my insides down with his sperm. Like I said, I should have said no but I couldn’t. I wanted to feel his cum pouring into me. So, I told him to cum inside of me. And he did. I could feel his dick having spasms in my gut and I felt that so very familiar feeling of warmth spreading out inside of me as his balls emptied themselves into me. I couldn’t see it, and as far as I know, there is no video of it, but the crowd seemed to be slightly in shock as his sperm slipped out of me and onto the carpet. I stood up, and a long rope of jizz was hanging out of my pussy and stuck to my lower thigh, and I scooped that string up and ate it while they watched. Then the girl Rob was fucking started cumming, and all eyes were off me and on them, and I started cumming down off my sex high I looked at the large puddle of jizz on the floor. The guy did a nice job. It was a good-sized load, and more was still leaking out of me. He was gone though. I never saw him again. I don’t know if he left or went into a bedroom with other people. I probably never will know or see him again. I don’t really care. He wasn’t the reason I had such a fabulous time. It was the crowd watching me. He was just a tool to make it even hotter.
Anyway, it wasn’t all fun and games. I hesitate to tell you this, but I figure it’s best to show the whole story and not just cherry-pick parts of it. Rob’s chick he was fucking was hot. Good body, great looking, and all that good stuff. But she had that smell. I could smell it when I started watching them. At first, I thought it was someone's shoes that were stinky, but the look on Rob's face confirmed it was her. After she had what appeared to be a very long and powerful orgasm, he pulled out and said he was done and sent her back to her husband. Neither Rob nor I had gotten off, nor did we at all last night. Rob needed a shower, and there was no way I was going to put his dick inside of me after being in her hole. My guess is she has a yeast infection, didn’t know it until she started fucking, and the end result is the smelly sneakers syndrome. You have these things in life. I don’t fault her. Like I said, she probably had no idea until Rob's stupid big dick resized her vagina. Plus, she looked like she had the orgasm of her life, so even when she started smelling it if she ever did, she was so dickmatized she couldn’t stop. I completely understand that state of mind as well. So, we drove home from Sanford, had some laughs, and talked about some of the really cool people and things we watched them do. I plan on going back with or without Rob in mid-March.
What turns me off instantly? I don’t know why someone asked this question, but I’ll be your huckleberry, said in a Val Kilmer sarcastic kind of way. Posing. Trying to be cool. Trying to show off, be it fitness, money, or just about anything else. I’d rather see you being you, not you trying to impress me with how impressive you think you are. Have I sucked a poser's dick from time to time? Absolutely. Usually, because I was in the mood to suck a cock, and the poser guy was my last option. Even douche rockets get lucky now and then. These things happen. I don’t regret slipping any of their egotistical dicks inside of me. I wouldn’t do it twice if I didn’t have to, as in due to lack of available dick. And, yes, that has happened more times than I care to admit. It’s how I came to know and love Rob. But let’s be honest. Rob has an extraordinary dick. The caliber of dick he possesses is one that belongs to 1 in a thousand guys. So good he dickmatized me with it. So, I hung on, dealing with Rob's douche tactics, and oddly enough, he has cum around. He’s almost a nice guy now. Almost. Which is good because I don’t know if I could live without his magical penis. I’m head over heels in love with his cock. I’d leave my husband for it, and my husband knows that. Lucky for him, Rob isn’t that into me, but I’m working on him. I know his weak spot. Edging. He is so into edging, and his wife refuses to do it. So that leaves me. I’m 20 years older than he is, so we will never be a thing. That’s okay. I get to go to war with his dick pretty much weekly now. He keeps winning the battles with my pussy, but the day is cumming. One day I will have him on his knees in complete surrender. I’m way off point here. I get stuck thinking about Rob’s cock and off I go. Anyway, my point is that Rob is an exception. The odds are if I were in a bar and had a choice of a super stud with a douche rocket mentality or a nice, genuine guy with a belly…I’ll be slapping that belly all night long. Dick is dick, so why drive yourself insane with a guy who nauseates you? Even if he is the stud of the year. When the sex is over…I’d rather be hanging out with someone who is enjoyable to be around. Being pretty or physically fit doesn’t make you a better fuck, and that, my friends, is a hard cold fact.
Just a little post for you to let you know what's new going on in my life , like you really want to know, of course you do, well that's what I tell myself 😁 Anyway, Enjoy your day and hopefully this helps put a little pep in your step 😉Catch you all later 💋
Always have a backup cock. It’s a solid policy. Guys get angry about that, which I find silly. If you were supposed to breed me, get me all worked up, and ready to open my legs for you so I can feel you pump your balls empty in my guts and then back out at the last second…it’s on you. You can’t blame me for calling in the backup dick. A girl must do what a girl must do. So, Rob was out, and Ryan was in. Ryan even left work early for me. Such gentlemen. He was willing to take care of a girl in heat with no questions asked. So, now you’re ready for me to tell you how he fucked me stupid. That didn’t happen. I didn’t even get undressed. Rob backed out today…but he’s on for tomorrow, or at least he better be! I didn’t want to waste my pussy on Ryans dick. I know that’s mean, but feeling Rob resize me is a sensation I want to experience fresh and tight. His dick is twice the size of Ryans. His dick is twice the size of most guys. Both width and length. So when I say he resizes me…he literally resizes me. Again, I’m not going to let Ryan poke around in my guts and loosen me up. I want it tight and right for Rob, so I can 100% feel him stretching me out and pushing things around inside of me. So, what did Ryan and I do? I sucked Ryan’s cock and squeezed his balls. He asked me to squeeze his balls. So, I did. He said I wasn’t squeezing hard enough, so I squeezed harder. He still said it wasn’t hard enough, so I fucking squeezed them so hard I thought they would pop. They did pop. They popped a fat load of hot, thick, sperm in my mouth. You guys and your dicks. I never know what you really want until you tell me. I never would have guessed that my gorilla gripping Ryan’s nuts was his thing. It is his thing. I did it a second time, 15 minutes after the first testicle vice-gripping cum. I not only squeezed his balls so hard I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance, but I pulled them like I was trying to pick him up with his nuts. Pop. Another hot load of jizz in my mouth. 15 minutes later, we tried again. This time, I gave him a hand job while squeezing, pulling, and slapping his balls. Pop. He came, but it was a dry heave, basically. Just a little dribble of cum came out. I’ve seen that before. Some of you guys literally run out of sperm to pump. Then he complained his dick hurt because it was hard too long. Really? Your dick hurts because it was hard to long? Not your balls after they were squeezed, pulled, and slapped around? Nope, he said they were fine. He said he had a “dickache” which he explained was like a headache but in his dick. I wasn’t having it so I tried to suck him hard again, but he wouldn’t let me. He was serious. His dick hurt. So he went back to work, and I went home. Not a bad day. I got to eat 2 loads of sperm and jerked a dribble of cum out for a 3rd one. It was fun. Especially after I got home and rubbed one out, replaying the day’s events. Had a seriously good cum. Slapped the butt plug in, fired up the vibrator, and went to town. Super good orgasm. One for the books.
I have some weird stuff to tell you tomorrow. Not sure if I can get it in before Rob but if not, it will be after. I think you will like it.
Just got home from my date and wanted to show you guys my latest Amazon purchase, is it a keeper or should I return it? 😉 Let me know your thoughts. Catch you all later 💋
I swallowed the dentist’s cum instead of the other weird stuff they put in your mouth and tell you to spit. Then I fucked him in that crazy chair they make you lie back in. No, I didn’t. Absolutely nothing of the sort even remotely happened yesterday. The only thing I sucked on at the dentist’s office yesterday was that suction thing that mops up your spit. He didn’t give one rat’s ass about me. Neither did the amazingly hot; I don’t know what you call her, Hygienist, maybe? Whatever she is, she makes my mouth water before she even puts any tools in it. I’d eat her out so fast she wouldn’t even see me going down on her…if she would let me. But, as I said, zero, zip, nada. Not even a sliver of hope with either one. The only thing I fucked yesterday was my finger. All in all, though, that was pretty good, so not complaining. Plus, they said my teeth were good to go, so two thumbs up on that.
No luck with the guy behind me, either. I haven’t even seen him out and about. The weather has really sucked, so hopefully, tomorrow, I might get a shot at securing a time slot for his dick to pump cum in me. Fingers crossed on that one. I really do want to get something going with him. Not because he’s a super stud or anything like that. But because how hot would that be? Fucking the guy who lives on the next street over. His wife is at home doing whatever she does at home, and he’s in my kitchen feeding me the cum I sucked out of his testicles. I’m telling you. Suck the sperm out of a guy’s dick and eat it…he’s all yours to do with as you please. Some guys even get weirded out by it. But they can’t help themselves. After they sit around and think about it…they have to have it again…and again…and again. Until their wife catches on…that’s usually where it ends.
Scott went to one of the Bar and Grills I frequent, and the bartender asked him when we broke up. He said we didn’t, and she got a funny look on her face. He asked why, and she wouldn’t tell him. He said she almost ignored him the rest of his time there. I know why, though. I took Rob there with me a few weeks or so ago, and we got a little friskier than what we should have. As in, he fingered me at the bar for a few minutes. I think they knew something was going on, but I don’t think they knew Rob had his fingers inside me. I think what really got everyone’s attention was the fact that we kissed like we were about to fuck quite a bit. Which we did about 10 minutes after we left. Then, fast forward a few weeks later, and Scott goes there alone for lunch today. I’m pretty sure they thought we were no longer married or at least separated. I told Scott all this, and he was a bit unsure that my taking another guy to one of our favorite places was a good idea. But…his dick was hard. I could see it in his pants. That’s how I know we are a match made in heaven. We are going back this Friday together so that should be an interesting evening. Scott doesn’t want to, but he will. They are going to look at Scott like the cuck I transformed him into. The thought of that makes me wet just thinking about it. They will all know I am fucking other men, and they will probably even pity him. To make it even harsher, I’m going to go back in with Ryan or Tony a few days later and basically dry hump one of them to stir the pot even more.
If you watch it close, you can see my girl jizz start filling up my hole. If you get me wet like that...then you are well on your way to fucking me stupid. Nothing beats getting turned into an cum-tard by a hard dick. Also known as dickmatized. Anyway...I gotta rub one out because I have no access to cock until tomorrow. I don't want to wait that long to get off. I'm sure you understand.
Good morning. It is for me. I got throat fucked by Tony last night, and that wasn’t on the docket, so to speak, so it was a pleasant surprise. I also got a solid cum in last night with his dick inside of me. Another unexpected bonus. He stopped by around 7, we fucked until 8. It was good. I sucked him at the dining room table and was enjoying myself so much I finished him so I could taste his sperm. It was good. It was a lot. I spilled, not a drop. Easy to keep it clean if you just keep the tip of the head in your mouth and help him pump it out by sucking and swallowing with each pump. It almost seems like I can feel it leaving his cock a little faster and a little easier by sucking the cum hole. Anyway, he was happy about the whole thing. I thought he might be done, but five minutes later, his dick was in my guts and moving my insides around. Missionary to start and bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind to finish himself for the second time. I got a solid cum in when he was fucking me missionary, so I was good with all of it. He left his second load in my pussy, and it must not have been much because just a little trickle of cum leaked out of me. He had some on his cock, but I cleaned that up for him with my mouth. He’s a pretty solid fuck for a guy in his 20s. He looked good, though. He got a military-style fade for a haircut, and it really does suit him.
Things started a tad awkward because Scott came by right after Tony showed up. We weren’t fucking or anything yet, but I could see it was making Tony uncomfortable, so I sent Scott out to the RV till we were done. I was holding Tony’s hand when I told Scott to beat it. Tony thought that was quite extreme. It wasn’t awkward for me. I rather enjoyed it. Scott put up a little bit of a protest, but cucks do what cucks are told. I’m not going to pass up Tony to make Scott happy, that’s for sure. When I let Scott back in, he wanted the “details.” I went in reverse. I told him to clean up my pussy first, and then we would talk. It was mostly just the greasy remnants of what was left of Tony’s ball juice. For Scott’s troubles, I let him jerk off on my calf while I told him how Tony left his sperm in me twice. Scott begged me like a whiny little sissy bitch to let me put his dick inside of me, but that isn’t going to happen anytime soon, if it ever does at all. Still, it only took a few minutes, and Scott pumped cum on my leg, and of course, I had him clean that up as well with his mouth. You should have seen the load he left on my leg. It was huge. Too bad for him because he had to eat it. All of it. I thought about this this morning. I know it’s hard for him to do that. It just has to be. I mean, he’s eating a part of himself. His own sperm that was brewed inside of his own testicles left his body, landed on me, and ended up slipping down his throat and sitting in his belly. All the while, I watch with a disapproving look. I mean, personally, I like eating cum. But I’m a chick. I don’t have testicles with cum in them. Nature wants me to empty men’s balls. The thought of me taking a man's jizz from his testicles and ingesting it…well, to me…it’s one of life's great pleasures. Especially when I see the guy watching me, sometimes in shock, as I play with his cum with my tongue and make slurping sounds as I suck it off his belly. The smell of cum is so powerful. It makes those puddles of cum irresistible. So much so that I can’t help myself. Another fun thing is that when I run into the guys that I have sucked the cum out of previously, I think to myself, I own a part of him. His testicles fed me their sperm, and now, a part of him has blended itself into me.
Fun fact. I have let Rob, Ryan, Tony, and Connor each ejaculate in me more than my husband has even gotten close to. I think I have let Scott cum inside me about 10 times since we have been married. I bet Rob alone has pumped cum in my womb a hundred-plus times. Connor is a close second. That’s not including my ass. I know Scott has left 3 loads of cum in my ass. He reminds me of that constantly. Ryan has probably greased my rectum with sperm probably 30-plus times. Connor is probably close to Ryan, but it’s been a while. Rob, he’s too big for constant ass fucking. He has resized and sprayed my colon down probably about ten times. Here’s something you might find strange. I find that to be beyond erotic. So much so that I want to keep adding to the tally.
Some of you will hate me for this, but if Donald Trump ends up being the nominee and announces that Kristi Noem is his VP pick…I’m so voting for him. Why? Because I’d eat the cum right out of her cunt a dozen times a day. I find her to be so fucking hot. When she wears that plumber outfit with the trucker cap on backward…it’s an instant wet pussy for me. Politically…I know nothing about her, and honestly, I don’t care. I just like looking at her. It's probably not a great way to pick a president, but the alternative is Biden and Harris. Yeah…I’m going with Kristi Noem and the trucker cap. Worst case scenario; I get a lot of rub-one-out material. I’d leave my husband for her if she wears that damn plumbers outfit.
My husband read my post about fucking the guy on the street behind me. He called me from work demanding answers. He wants to know who it is, why I want to fuck him, if I had made plans or not to do so. So many questions all at once. So I asked him a question. “Is your dick hard?” He said, “Yes.” I told him I would let him know the details if I felt like it and that, at the moment, I didn’t feel like it. It’s agony for him and his dick wanting to know the “details.” “The Details” are what drives a true cuck. A true cuck doesn’t need to see his wife fucking a superior man. He lives for the complete total agony of the cuck anxiety, which is waiting for the “details.” This puts my pussy into overdrive because I absolutely love making him squirm at home, wondering if another man is ejaculating in my asshole at that very moment. It's a special feeling for me when I give my pussy or asshole to another man. It’s power. Reducing such a big strong man to a tiny little cuck bowing down in recognition of the fact that my body belongs to a man with a superior cock is so wildly satisfying. Watching him eat his own sperm that he masturbated out of his testicles is a powerful turn-on for me. He does it not because he likes it but because if he doesn’t, then the “details” are off the table. Watching him try not to dry heave when he’s licking his own slimy nut off the palm of his hand lets me know I own my husband even though other men own me. It’s a good marriage. The mental turn-on I get from this puts my pussy into overdrive, and it’s what keeps me looking for a dick on a level that would scare most people. I’m so glad my husband called today. It really makes me want to fuck the dick off the neighbor behind me. I just have to figure out the details.
I met a guy yesterday who lives on the next street over. He’s married, has got kids, dogs, all that good stuff. I think I’m going to fuck him. I can see myself being folded over and pumped full of sperm by him. He’s not the greatest-looking guy, but he’s nice and fun to talk to. I feel like he would be even more fun if he had his dick inside of me. Not to mention, I miss having someone within walking distance who would breed me on a regular basis. Connor was the last one. He lived directly across the street. He’s married, and as creepy as it sounds, that makes it all the better. I get wet thinking about running into his wife, walking their dogs, knowing I have a load of her husband's sperm swimming around in my stomach. If you have never looked into another person’s eyes, knowing that unbeknownst to them, their spouse’s cock was in my mouth feeding me cum an hour earlier, you haven’t lived. It makes me warm and fuzzy just typing that out. I’m getting way ahead of myself. I don’t even know if I can get him to let me touch his dick. The vibe was there yesterday. It sure feels like he wanted to let me taste his dick. I’m usually right about these things…I hope so.
What about his wife? I don’t know really what to say. I don’t want to marry the guy. I just want him to pump sperm in my guts and then go home to his wife. I’ve seen her. I’ve talked to her. She seems to be a lovely person. She’s not hot. She might have been at one time, but she ate one too many Big Macs, and now she is a Big Mac. I have no idea if they fuck or not. I wouldn’t fuck her. Look, when it comes to women, sexually, that is, I’m very physically oriented. What I’m about to say isn’t nice, and it isn’t up to speed with the woke code of conduct, but with women, I don’t really care about personalities. I really only care how they look. I have no draw to heavy girls. I’m not into big fat butts and loose guts on girls. Fat on girls does nothing for me. Not that my skinny ass is appealing to them either, I’m just saying I won’t be licking anything between two chubby thighs. Funny, though, with men, I don’t really care. Personalities go way further than physical appearance. Which is kind of a lie as well. If I see a super fit, beautiful man with the personality of a snake…as much as I dislike him, I’ll still let him try to pump a baby in my guts in a bathroom stall 15 minutes after being introduced to him. I just won’t hang around with him afterward. It’s the orgasm I’m after, not the guy himself. Guys that are fun to be with get way more attractive over time, so the whole attempting to pump a baby in my stomach process is a bit slower. But in the end, the guys who aren’t book cover models but are fun to hang with end up getting more pussy for extended periods of time. At least, it feels that way to me. I could be wrong. I think they get a better-quality fuck from me as well. I want to make them happier.
Happy Milf Monday from your favorite Milf, no makeup, no filters, just me as I am before I get all made up 😉 Have a great day and catch you all later 💋
I couldn’t help it, but I laughed at my date last night when he watched sperm sliding out of my pussy that wasn’t his. In fact, I never even saw my date’s dick last night. I did see Rob’s, though…and I felt Rob’s dick in my guts as well. I warn you, this is going to be a read and a half, so quit now, or it's on you for reading all the way through. Anyway, I wasn’t intending on fucking Rob last night. It just ended up that way. And it went perfectly. Well, for me, it did. My date, not so much. I think his masculinity has been stripped completely. Sorry about that. Not really, but if it makes him feel better, I’m happy to help. Look, let’s make a long story short. My date wasn’t man enough to stop another guy from fucking me. In fact, he was such a bitch that Rob fucked me in my date’s car. He watched another man bend me over the leather seat of his super expensive Lincoln something or other giant SUV and pump his cock into my guts. Rob took my pussy that would have been his and made it his own. I think I’m in love with Rob. He has no shame, no fear, and his massive dick gets hard no matter who is watching. Plus, the way he looked at my date and laughed while his dick was turning my insides into soup made me cum so hard, I can’t describe it. That wasn’t even my best orgasm of the night. Rob flipped me over and stood on the running board and fucked me missionary while he made out with me. I could see my date pouting but still doing nothing to stop Rob from claiming my pussy as his own. All he had to do was say something. Anything at any point in the evening. I would have stopped, and Rob would have laughed, but he would have also returned me to my date. I’m sure of it. But he didn’t. He was too scared, too timid, to do whatever, and Rob pumped his sperm into me while my date watched another man breed me in the back seat of his own car. And I could feel every hot slimy pump of cum cover the walls of my pussy which set me off so hard my heels scratched the plastic piece on the door of the car. I feel bad about it, but that orgasm was one of those special ones. Not the first cum of the night but that second one that hits so hard it feels like you might be having a heart attack. So good it’s as if you are staring death in the face and poking it in its eye. Which made every muscle in my body contract, and I pushed every available drop of Rob's sperm onto his nice tan leather seat. Did I clean it up? No. If you are going to let another man breed me in front of you, then your job is cleaning up the real man's cum from the seat of your car. Rob kissed me, put his dick away, patted the guy on his shoulder, and told us to have great rest of the evening.
So, what happened? Did it get awkward? Yes, it did. Mostly because he was trying not to cry, which made me feel bad for him. Not that bad, but a little bit. I stand by my statement. Man up. Rob is in good shape, but so was my date. In fact, my date was taller. He just didn’t have the balls to tell Rob no. If you don’t have the balls to do that, then your balls probably won’t be enough to be the ones emptying themselves inside of me. I wanted my date to fuck me last night. I made it clear at dinner that we were going to be fucking. But when we got to the Ocean Deck, he let Rob step in and take ownership of my pussy. I liked what Rob did. I like that a lot. I like it even more when my date steps in and says no, my pussy belongs to him. Your dick will get fucked retarded for sure by doing that. But Rob tested the waters, took what was his because he let him, and I got one hell of a fuck out of the deal. So, a good night for me and Rob. Very bad night for my date. I haven’t heard a word from him since, and I’m not holding my breath that I will. The night ended with him dropping me off at my husband’s house; mine is basically a war zone right now from the construction I’m attempting to do. I offered to pay for my portion of the dinner since I ended up getting dicked by Rob, but that really made him all teary-eyed, so I left it at that.
I went inside and told Scott what went on, and at first, he thought it was funny. Then he changed his mind and said it was a bit cruel what I did. I reminded him that I was sitting in front of him with a pussy still slick from another man’s sperm, and he told me not a whole lot of people felt the way he did about such things. I asked him if he would have stopped Rob, and he said no, he wouldn’t have, but for different reasons. He reminded me that he knows Rob, likes Rob, and his dick would have been rock-hard watching me be taken by Rob. He did admit that if he hadn’t known Rob and he wasn’t in the mood, which would be about never, he would have stopped it as soon as it started. Still, I still don’t feel bad about last night’s date. In my eyes, he just let another take what was his without protest. So, I ended up getting a fuck for the record books, and for me, all is well! I sound evil, don’t I?
Good morning everyone and it's Friday! What are your plans for the weekend? I'm just working on my bathroom..lol..the never ending project, oh well, it will be nice whenever it's finished 😉 Hope you have a great day 💋BTW, I will answer your messages whenever I get a break in the action, not ignoring you all, just alot going on. I hope you're enjoying my little videos 😜 Catch you all later!
Good afternoon everyone, hope you're enjoying your day. I will get some more sexier content up for you later but just wanted to drop in and say "Hello" . And I will catch you all later 💋
Here are some super boring pictures, but some of you keep asking, so I will share. I know, I have been slower on the posts and messages the last week or two. Not because I'm bored or tired or anything like that. It's the bathroom. I don't know what I'm doing and that means everything takes 3 times as long as it should. I'm going to admit it. The concrete saw was scary. Not so much now, actually kind of tame compared to a grinder, but like I said, it is a slow go.
That's a huge clit. Think what it would feel like in your mouth, on your tongue. I bet some of you would dump cum the second your lips wrapped around my clit. I'd like to see that. I know..." Wah...I came too fast!" " Who cares? It will get hard again...and again after that. Some of the best sex I have ever had is with guys who cum immediately. First, it turns me on that I turn them on that much. Second, 99% of the time, I can get them hard again in under 5 minutes, and then they are ready for some serious fuck time. Even if they pop fast the second time...I'll get them on the third time around. Anyway. Why am I pumping my clit, and why in the world is it so big even after I quit pumping it? Because I need to be fucked in the worst of ways. I put up a video of Scott pumping sperm into my guts yesterday. That was out of order. I made this video first. I had a chick boner that wouldn't go away until it was fed sperm. Mission accomplished!
That's a big clit sucking the cum out of a big dick. Pretty impressive if you ask me. I had to get fucked. I got so busy today that I didn't get a chance to see if Rob could pump me. So I had Scott do it. Lucky day for him!
Went to a fuck party tonight. Got fucked. By three different dicks. All at the same time. Had a true airtight session going on for at least a couple of minutes. I got so close to cumming, but Tony couldn't keep his dick hard, and it slipped out of my ass. I get it. Another dude is touching you. Your balls probably slap now and then. Someone slips out, and dicks touch dicks. It's the nature of the beast. It doesn't magically turn you gay but trying to convince some guys of that isn't easy to do. Ryan did a nice job of pumping cum in my guts, and another guy I had never met before pumped my mouth full of jizz. He went pretty quick as well. Right about the time Tony slipped out, he started sending sperm down my throat. Then he started apologizing. Man...I hate that. Never apologize. I never can figure out why guys think I'm not aware that if your dick is in my mouth...it may empty its testicles into my belly. Well, of course, I'm aware of that dummy! That is the entire reason I have your dick in my mouth in the first place. I'm not doing it to make you happy; I'm doing it to make me happy, for fucks sake. I didn't say anything to him. Between Tony going limp and him apologizing, it would have only gotten more awkward if I had. So, I'm supposed to tell you I had the orgasm of my life. That's rule number 1 in the scam the porn consumer handbook. I didn't. I had no orgasm at all. They killed it by making it awkward. I was looking forward to what I thought would be possibly a cum for the record books, and I was on my way to it, but things took a turn. It happens. We went back downstairs and left kind of early. It was a house party, but I think only the three guys I fucked and two other couples actually fucked. Everyone else was busy talking politics. Ryan drove me there, but I had Tony drive me home. I blew him in a Burger King parking lot and drank a second sperm milkshake to cap off the evening. So, everyone came but me. I still haven't. I thought Scott would surely get me off with a dildo and then jerk it for me, but he wasn't home. He's still at the Rolex 24 race. Who knows when he will be home if he even comes home? He still has his own house, and it's closer to the track than mine. By about 5 minutes, but apparently, that's a big deal. In his defense, he has no idea that I went to a house party. He went to the race before I was invited and I never told him. So he has no idea his wife's holes were pumped tonight. He will know when he gets home, though. I have my giant dildo cleaned and sitting next to my nightstand, waiting for him to hold it for me while I fuck it. See what he thinks about that.
Do my muscles make my tits look big? How about my clit? I've got a little house party/swinger thing I'm going to attend here in just a few minutes, but I wanted to drop in and let you know I'm still here. Just got super busy with knocking a giant hole in my floor...kind of the same way Rob destroys my pussy. Leaves it wide open and twitching.
