I let Scott jerk off in front of me last night. It was fun. I didn't undress. I just read my book while he rubbed one out. I admit it...I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. When he came, he came in his hand, which is where I told him to cum. The best part of watching him jerk off is watching him eat his sperm. He has to dig down deep and psyche himself up to get it down, making it even hotter to watch. I don't know why he wants me to watch him jerk off. He could do it in his bathroom and not have to worry about feeding himself jizz when he's done. I think he thought I would get naked. But...Rob forbids it, and Rob has twice the cock Scott does, so Rob wins. It was a good night!
Sperm. It's not candy. That's for sure. It would be gross if you walked into a room and there was a load of jizz on the coffee table. I tried to taste sperm when I wasn't turned on once. It wasn't that it tasted terrible; it just had a gross consistency. But...the thing is that all changes when I'm fired up; cum is like an irresistible magic potion. When I'm in fuck mode, all I want to do is slurp it up. Feel it in me and on me. Just the smell of it will make my knees weak. But again...that is in fuck mode. So what I'm saying here is don't just randomly blow sperm on the counter. If you do, I'll look at you weirdly. Wait till I am in full-on fuck mode before you dump ball chowder on the counter. How do you know if I'm in fuck mode? If I am doing something to your dick, that would be your first clue. If I have your dick in my hand or inside of me in any one of my holes...I will be wanting to ingest your cum in one fashion or another. If I offer to do something to your dick with my hands...I am probably going to want to eat your swimmers as well. Now you know.
Good morning. Waking up with a super happy gaped-out hole that is hungry for more dick. Here cums another novel, so quit now if you could give a shit about the "blow by blow" recap.
I was up and down a lot last night. I kept thinking about my day with Rob. I masturbated, but even that didn't get it out of my head. Real quick; Robert, formerly "Bob," is now "Rob," per his request. It's his middle name in the real world. Still, he hates "Bob or Robert." Moving on. Rob's wife spends 3 days a week in Orlando now, leaving us an open window for me to open my legs for him pretty much all day. Which I did yesterday, and he turned my insides into soup with his stupid big cock. It was wonderful. He fucked me for probably two hours yesterday, and I worked his dick for another two hours on top of that. I couldn't fuck anymore. I came so many times, and the last orgasm was so intense it knocked the fuck right out of me. So strong it turned me into a brain-dead cum receptacle. But he didn't cum in me. He wanted me to edge him by hand. Something I convinced him to let me do a couple of fuck sessions ago. Now, he wants me to edge him all the time. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love that he does. I would do it just because I like to do it, not because he wants me to. The delicious part is I am slowly making him my property with each slow, agonizing stroke I put on the rim of the head of his cock. He's slipping. He's saying things he never would dream of saying. He told me he loved me yesterday while I was eating his warm sperm from the base of his cock and off of my hands. Is it the orgasm he just had talking for him? Of course it is, but it doesn't matter. As hard as he has tried and been successful at it, I am no longer just the property of Rob to pump cum into. He is slowly becoming my property to do with as I please. All because I finally found his weak spot....edging his orgasms out of him. His dick is so easy to control when I'm edging him. With other guys, I have a hard time stopping a guy from cumming because I didn't know I passed the line of no return. I can see Rob's line of no return very clearly, and I can take his dick right up to it and stop. I can make him beg me to allow him to cum. I make him say awful things he doesn't want to say. I fingered his cum hole and worked the head of his dick slowly, and when he was ready to cum I stopped. He was desperate to cum, so I told him to tell me he wanted me more than his wife. He wouldn't do it. So, I would repeatedly do just enough to get him to the edge and stop. He finally blurted it out and then wouldn't stop blurting it out. He was that desperate to cum. He told me things I didn't even ask him to. My favorite bonus blurt was, "I don't even think about my wife anymore, just you." How touching yet slightly pathetic. I broke him with just a handjob. It makes me unusually wet knowing I got him to admit it, though. So I pushed him over the edge in the slowest possible way. I bet his orgasm was at least 30 seconds long. Scary if you looked at his face, but it seemed so satisfying at the same time. Very fascinating to watch. Cum just poured out the head of his dick. More than I had ever seen from him. The unique part was the length of time between some of the long ropes of jizz he drooled out his cock. It must have been upwards of 10 seconds before his balls pumped another line of cum. It piled up at the root of his dick. It was such a turn-on to see that I couldn't stop myself from eating it all up off of him. The second I tasted it flipped a switch inside of me, and I went right back into being his cum hungry brainless cum dump. It was thick, slimy, warm, and gross, but so delicious because I was turned on that much. I would have drank a gallon of it because I was that fired up. Then, as I was licking his giant dick clean, he spews out, "God, I love you." Music to my ears. It brought me right back to reality. I'm still his property as of right now, and I am madly in love with his dick and the way he pushes my guts around with it. But slowly and surely, the owner of me will end up being owned by me. Reversal of fortune. It will happen when he does something stupid in his relationship with his wife. He will run to me. I won't have him, but I will own him. He will become my personal fuck toy, not the other way around. I'm so fired up thinking about it I may go rub one out! Catch you all in a bit.
I love the way the head of my clit rubs on the shaft of a dick when it's breeding me. It's the best part about my clit, to be honest! Always has been!
I got my guts re-arranged and re-sized again by Robert. It was a ludicrous orgasm. So intense I heard the song "Don't Fear the reaper" start playing. I don't know how to explain it, guys. His dick is so big and so fat it hurts, but in such a good way, I have had the biggest orgasms I have ever had in my life in the last two weeks. I'll tell you more about it in the morning. He pumped me so good I can barely think right now. Enjoy this video. I actually had a pretty good cum making this one this morning. I was worried it would lessen the pleasure with Robert today, but if anything...it made it better!
Well, my box is back to normal proportions after fucking Robert last week. It took a while, but the vagina is right back to tight and right. I could fuck the guy with the 4-inch dick, and it would make me feel full. But I'm not going to fuck the guy with the 4-inch dick. I'm going to fuck Robert again today, and I'll end up with a colossal gaped-out box screaming for more sperm. And I am so looking forward to it! I feel like I'm really going to cum today. Like hard. So hard my eyes will cross for real, and I'll forget how to talk for an hour. Man...I certainly hope that is the case. I'll keep you posted. I'm getting ready as we speak for my 11 AM vagina re-sizing event. See you soon!
Fun fact. I bet Scott yesterday he couldn't last 5 minutes with me giving him a handjob. He lasted five minutes and 11 seconds before the first pump of sperm. I would have won if I didn't back off when I saw he was about to cum and started the slow edging on the head of his dick. He would have emptied his testicles well under five minutes. But...technically, I lost, so hats off to him. He wanted me to acknowledge that, and I have. He should feel lucky Robert even let me touch his touch dick. It was the first time in probably almost 3 weeks since Scott had even seen me naked. His own wife. Forbidden by another man to see his own wife undressed. It must suck to be him...but it's amazing to be me! Now I'm just being spiteful for losing...but I like it!
Lots of interest in handjobs all of a sudden. It must have been that last video. I keep telling you guys, it's been a lifelong love of mine....giving handjobs, that is. It's never gotten old. It never will. I'm sure you know what it's like to hold your own dick in your hand, but I don't. I have no idea how it feels for you. I judge what I'm doing by the stiffness of your cock and the look of your face. If the cock feels so hard that it would break off before it would bend...then I'm working your dick correctly. If your face looks like you just put your finger in a plug socket...I'm doing things to your dick that makes it very happy. So happy it pumps sperm. I know when you are about to cum and when I sense it...I go into edge mode. I drag it out. Make it almost painful it's so slow but in the end...you will want more...and more....and more. Which is good because just the feel of that spongy stiff rod in my hand makes me want to make it cum.
I told you...I like giving handjobs. I really do. And yes, I masturbated after this while he sat there with his own cum puddles laying around on him. I didn't let him clean up because I liked looking at it. He didn't talk, he just listened, and I came so hard I have to wash my bedspread. That is a good afternoon. Just saying.
Matt liked my Christmas Party Dress, so I thought I'd do a little more in it. I wore this to Ryan's Christmas party. I have promised not to write about it. It was fun, and I made some guys there seriously uncomfortable but in the best of ways, but nothing happened. I wish it would have, though.
Look, so much concern about why I didn't get laid by the new guy. He was absolutely fine, dick and all. And no, the size of his cock had nothing to do with why I didn't fuck him. So many people are worried about that. His dick would have done a fantastic job inside of me, and I'm sure I would have cum. But I didn't want that last night. I have no idea why that is so hard to believe. It doesn't matter. I promise you he went home with a smile on his face and a story to tell. I went out last night with the thought of giving a guy a handjob. Why? Because I like to give guys handjobs. When I say I like to jerk a guy off, I mean it. I do it because it makes me happy. I don't care how the guy feels about it. I could care less about how good it makes him feel because I'm not doing it for him. As selfish as it sounds, it's all about my needs. All he is required to do is sit there and let me do things to his dick until it spits jizz. To date, I have yet to receive a complaint from anyone that I didn't consider their feelings when I jerked their dick for them. Same thing with blowjobs. I just like sucking cock. Some of you, well, most of you, like eating pussy. I believe you when you tell me that. No questions asked. As hard as it is to believe for some folks, sometimes, I get a craving to eat a dick. Sperm and all. And that's all I want to do. Why? Because I want to masturbate after I'm done. I don't want to fuck or anything else. I want to suck the sperm out of some guy's testicles, send him on his way and then rub one out. Why, you ask again? Because I cum so hard when I do, it's almost life-altering. It's a different kind of orgasm, but it's phenomenal. I made the mistake of letting him watch me last night, and that killed it for me. I mean, I came, but it was disappointing. He just kept talking so much I couldn't get in the zone. It was a shame because I really liked the way the head of his cock pumped jizz into the back of my throat. It was warm, almost hot, and I could feel it slide slowly down, so it must have been thick and sticky. I like that feeling when sperm gets sticky and caught up in my throat. If he would have just been like Scott and watched without saying a word, I bet I would have cum so hard I would almost be shaking hands with the grim reaper himself. Such is life. What do I do now? I answer the texts from the guy last night and do a repeat, except this time, send him home, no if and or buts about it. Won't happen today, but soon. I still probably won't fuck him. At least until I successfully get what I want from his dick. Then I'll probably fuck him.
I'm just getting up, and I can still taste the sperm I drank last night. So the first thing I thought I would do is sit down and tell you about it. Lucky you, another boring novel by Brooke to start your day. Look, it was fun. I went to the Ocean Deck off of A1A, all by my lonesome. I know that's a bit weird, but I was really wanting to have some fun with a dick last night. It's been a while since I have gone out by myself. It was a good time. I was bought probably half a dozen drinks, of which I drank none. I accepted them to be polite, then quietly sat them down and forgot them. Who wants a foggy head when you get down to business with a dick? Not me. I finally ran into Rick. He is a 28-year-old AC repair guy or, as he put it, HVAC tech. I'm not going to drag this out on you. We spent a lot of time talking, and I ended up really enjoying my time with him. The back and forth had reached its useful limit, so I told him if he wanted to have some real fun, let's go out to my truck. He wanted to have some real fun. Sadly, though, the parking lot had become Grand Central Station, which would kill the fun for us. So I asked him to follow me to my house, which is 10 minutes away. He did, and when he got there, we made out, he fingered me, and I tried to stroke his cock, but I couldn't get his belt undone. So he undid it for me, and I pulled his jeans down along with his underwear and out popped his cute little boner. It wasn't tiny, around 4 inches at the most, with average width. Hard as steel, though. Small dicks get like that. So hard they don't even move. I knew it wasn't going in my pussy because I was still re-sized from "Robert...I am no longer allowed to call him Bob anymore per his instructions" and my big glass dildo. Not a problem, though. All I really wanted to do was make a guy cum anyway. I decided that a blowjob would be better than a handjob because it was such a perfect size for sucking. So I dropped to my knees in my living room and slipped the head of his dick in my mouth, and worked it over. Mainly just to see if he would cum right away. He didn't. He had solid control over his cock. So I took him in my mouth till the head was in my throat, and I repeatedly swallowed, so it was basically like getting a handjob from my throat. He made noises and told me how amazing it was, but they all do that. What else is a guy going to say? His dick is in my mouth...he's going to say wonderful things. I worked his cock, no hands, lots of spit, for ten minutes, and he wasn't showing any signs of cumming. So, using his small size, I bottomed him out in my throat again and, this time shoved his balls in with cock. I had both his balls and his cock in my mouth and swirled them around and swallowed, and after about 30 seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth for another 30 seconds, and then pumped his sperm down my throat. I didn't even taste it. The head of his cock was so far in my throat that when he came, it was like a sperm-feeding tube. Right down it went. The only thing I felt was the warm trail of jizz going down into my belly. I got exactly what I wanted.
He, on the other hand, was indeed a nice guy. He offered to eat me, finger me, fuck me if I waited 20 minutes, do whatever I wanted to have an orgasm myself. I told him I was good. And I was. I was wet as fuck, waiting for him to leave so I could masturbate. But he was persistent, so I told him if he wanted to watch me rub one out, he could do that. So we went into my bedroom. I got my vibrator and my big glass dildo, and he watched me get off. I did get off, but I would have gotten off better if he wasn't there. He kept talking. It's hard to replay the mental video of what I just did when people are talking and, even worse, asking questions. The questions were relevant, such as "Does that feel good?" So I can't fault him there, but the logic is a bit off. Of course, it feels good... that's why I'm doing it. The problem with him talking and asking questions is it takes away from that mental image of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth that is so important for me to use for me to get off extremely hard. And I got off, but it wasn't that huge cum I was counting on. Still, what a great night. I'm a 56-year-old granny sucking a sexy stud dick I just met that night in a club...and it feels good!
Scott walked into the bedroom while I was sitting naked on my bench, putting makeup on. It was awkward. I covered up, and he closed the door. He said he was sorry he would knock from now on. I don't think I have ever been happier in my marriage to Scott. Plus, it turned me on. So much so that I wish I hadn't masturbated earlier today for you all. Now I want to go out and see if can scrounge up some strange dick. But, and the odds are slim that he will...unless he has a huge cock, I wouldn't feel him. At least not for a few days yet. I should have waited, but I couldn't help myself.
I wouldn't mind just giving a guy a handjob tonight. I really do enjoy giving them. The whole thing, from start to finish, is an experience. I like guys to be soft when I start so I can feel them grow in my hand. It's so cool to feel them go from soft and floppy to long and hard with the head sticking out at me. I can own a guy when I have his dick in my hand. I can make him lock his body up at will. On some guys, I can find that magical spot under the balls where the dick connects and feel it is cramping up and jerking around, trying to pump cum that just isn't ready to leave the balls yet. Dammit. I'm making myself even hornier thinking about holding a cock in my hand. Anyway. I would love to give a handjob tonight. I have to find the right guy to do it with. I have this mental picture of him drooling sperm on my hand in the corner of a bar and then making him watch me lick it off my fingers. That freaks some guys right out. I've had some dry heave a bit. But then they always ask me to do it again, which I find odd. It turns me right on like a light bulb. It's sperm; it's a part of you, and I have removed it from your balls and eaten it...so now it's a part of me. And just the thought of that makes me just a little bit wetter. I wish I could "ejaculate" jizz. Just once, so I have an inkling of what it feels like. I feel like God cheated me by not giving me balls. Just saying. I'll shut up now. Catch you all later, heading out!
When you get re-sized by a cock, that poses some challenges. Temporarily, but still, getting off for a few days can be rough. Sure, the box will shrink back down to a normal size 3 or 4 days later, and no one will be the wiser there was a monster cock in my guts. But...if you want to cum, I mean really cum, you are going to need the same size or bigger cock than the one that bored out a mine shaft in your guts. Luckily for me...I have several manufactured cocks on hand that fit that bill. This glass one is one of them!
I opened my legs for Ryan last night in his Suburban. It was fun. I didn't cum. I was re-sized by Bob to proportions that Ryan will never be able to fill, so it made it hard to feel him inside of me. Still, even though the sex wasn't all that, the mental fuck I got from Ryan fumbling around inside of me was next-level amazing. I did feel his cum spraying my insides down, though. That gave me a glimmer of hope that I would cum, but it just wasn't enough. I did like the wildly desperate "I need to cum" look in his eye as he slipped his now miniature cock inside me. He had no idea that I was laughing to myself at how small his dick felt, and as bad as the sex was, I am just as desperate to feel Ryans's inadequate cock inside of me again. I can't get over what a massive turn-on it is to let a man you fancy truly believe he is fucking you better than anyone else ever could. He had no idea that I couldn't even feel him. Telling him how much I love his cock inside of me when all I can feel is the head of his dick poking around in my guts makes it feel like I'm cheating on him, and that makes my pussy gush. Ryan had no idea that Bob had his cock in the same hole his dick was in the day before. Ryan had no idea I was thinking more about Bob being inside me than Ryan, who actually was inside me. I know. This recap will turn many of you off, but I won't hide what actually turns me on. Cheating, deception, infidelity, taking another man's sperm inside my body and feeling it swimming around inside of me...it all makes my head spin. I get so worked up. It feels like I'm cheating on Ryan. Scott is different. Even though he hasn't seen me without my clothes on for over a week, he knows who I am and what I do. He knows I desire Bob infinitely more than himself. He accepts his role as the inferior man sexually. I belong to Bob, even though Scott is my husband. Ryan is a fill-in. He doesn't know it, but he is a dick for fun, even though he thinks one day I'll be his one and only. I have warned Ryan multiple times, and in no uncertain terms, that won't happen, but he refuses to believe it, so now I feed the fire because it's fun. I keep Ryan in the dark about who I fuck because he gets sketchy when I talk about other guys. I'm okay lying to him. I like Ryan, and I admit, I would rather be with Ryan than Scott, sexually and date-wise. Ryan is fun to go out with. He's smooth. But just generally hanging around and doing standard life stuff, my cuck husband is my go-to. I sure hope they both hang around for the long haul.
Why did I tell you all this? I don't know. I just like telling you. I'm probably talking to myself here, but even that doesn't matter. I just like pounding it out on the keyboard. It helps me remember the details I usually forget.
This video is upon request. Moving on. I see OF chicks cry rivers of tears and bitch and moan every time some dude tells them he would like to fuck her. They even post the letters/messages online for the world to see and rant about how rude these guys are and how stupid they must be. I have to wonder who is the stupid one in this situation. I would dare say it is she. What did she think was going to happen when she posted nude videos and pics of her fingering her hole? Guys would give a soft golf clap and tip her $100 each, along with a message about how her internal beauty is what really attracts them. Again, I wonder who is the mentally deficient one here. Well, of course, the guys are going to ask you to use you as a fuck hole. That's a given. ITS WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO DO. If they don't... you are doing it wrong. If a guy writes to me and tells me how he loves my pics, but it's really my wonderful personality he's attracted to...I'm thinking Hefty Bag killer. If a guy writes to me and says, "OMG! I want to pump cum into your asshole and then watch it drip out,"...I'm thinking "Now we're talking...that was a good update. I got this dude's dick hard as granite...I wonder if he'll send me a picture of it?" So, let's just get right to the point. I say screw these self-righteous ding-dongs. If these chicks get upset because you got turned on and told her in no uncertain terms...then she is in this thing for the cash and nothing else. Dump the twat immediately. If you send me a message that says, "I'm so hard I can hang you from your cunt like a towel rack." I'll most likely ask for proof in the form of a video or pic. Videos are always preferred...and as said a million times before...cum, for fucks sake. That's what I want to see. And quit fucking asking if you can send me videos and pics...of course you can, so just send the fuckers! Excuse my language. Or not. I leave that up to you.
I stopped and picked up a few things to wrap presents with for Christmas today. Stores were empty. That was nice. Then I met Bob, and he resized my holes for me. That made my day. I don't know how to explain the high I get from the feeling of being stretched to fit by Bob's cock. That widened, bowlegged feeling that lasts all day is pretty much euphoric. Knowing a man can alter my body with his dick like that makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman. And that feels good. Even better, he left me sloppy, lying on his bed, and told me to lock up when I left. I did my best not to drip his sperm on his floors, but he gaped my hole, and not much was staying in. I should have worn jeans and not a skirt. I could have worn underwear, but where is the fun in that? So I cupped my hand over my pussy all the way to my Jeep and made a spermy mess on the seat on the ride to Odd Lots. By the time I got there, most of it was out of me, and just a little was running down my thighs. It was Odd Lots. Who cares if I drip a little cum here and there while I'm trying to find Christmas bargains. I certainly didn't. So here I sit, with dried crusty salt stains on my thighs, typing this out for you to read. Does anyone even read these things? Probably not. That's okay. I like doing it anyway. Keeps my head clear for some reason. The end result is I feel fantastic. I was used as cum dumpster, left a jizzy mess, and I can't think of a better way to spend the day.
I'm supposed to go out with Ryan tomorrow. I don't know. I don't know that I'll be un-re-sized by then. I feel massive down there. I don't know that I would even feel him inside of me or him me. Hard to say. I do like the thought of looking into his eyes while he wonders if his dick shrunk or if I just fucked a guy with a dick twice the size of his. The more I think about that, the more I feel that Ryan should breed me tomorrow. I'll keep you posted...in case you want to know 😜
Good morning, how do you like my Christmas bra? Of course no panties, always have to have easy access 😜 I still have family around so I will pop in and out throughout the day whenever I am able to 😉 Hope you have a great one!
Good morning, just a quick little post before I head out and sorry about the lightning, sun is certainly bright today. Anyway, hope you have a great day and catch you all later !
Well, if I'm not going to get laid today, I might as well find something else to do...like hang Christmas ornaments with the tits out. Which is exactly what I did 😉
Went to see Bob this morning to suck the cum out of his testicles. It was good. I spent a solid twenty minutes in his car, making love to his dick with my lips. I held his balls in my hand, and when he started to cum I squeezed them. I could feel those little squishy sacks squirming in my fingertips, working their magic to pump that luscious sperm. The whole process of making a guy spill sperm is a captivating event. Bob doesn't shoot cum. He spills it. It just pours of that little slit on the tip of his dick in thick heavy ropes. Watching a guy spill sperm is like witnessing a wet, messy masterpiece in motion. It's a stunning event that leaves me both amused and wildly wet in the vagina. The taste is unique, as is the texture. The taste may not be the most exquisite, but it has a way of firing up my primal instincts and triggering my body's desire to breed. So, here I sit, a wet sloppy vagina that needs to be pounded. It's one of those situations where nothing but dick will do. I can't fuck Scott. I promised Bob I wouldn't. I think he's testing me by leaving me with a pussy so turned on, it's twitching. I'll see Bob again tomorrow. He's stopping by the house to use my holes for a few hours. His dick can't get here soon enough. I'm just saying!
Well, if you ever wanted to see what my clit looks like before I go fuck Bob...this is it. Big, fat, and hard, ready to feel the head of his dick rubbing against it. I took these this morning before I spent the day with Bob. Just got home. I did stop and do some Christmas shopping after getting fucked bowlegged. I was feeling Bob's cum drooling down my leg, so I went into the public bathroom to mop up the mess, but there was nothing there. Phantom cum trails...that's a new thing. I have a load in my ass that is still there. I'm a terrible anal creampie chick when it cums to videos because my asshole wants to keep it. It holds it in for hours. I'd make Scott lick it out, but I'm observing Bob's wishes that he no longer sees me without clothes on. The other two loads were in my pussy. He pumped me missionary for both of them. He had me get in the shower with him after his third cum and let me wash his cock. He got hard and put it in my mouth, but after about 30 minutes, he still hadn't cum so he said tomorrow at lunch, I can eat his sperm. I am so looking forward to it. I really am. I am giddy and have an extra spring in my step. Bob has started paying more and more attention to me and my needs which is a dream cum true...literally. I couldn't stop cumming today. I'm trying not to masturbate right now, thinking about sucking his cock tomorrow. Anyway, I'll get more into it in the morning before I leave. Hope you enjoy the pics!
I had an awkward conversation with my husband last night. I had to tell him I was going to be faithful to Bob. I feel bad about that. Sex with Scott is really pretty good. But I admitted to him that, in certain undeniable ways, I have stronger feelings for Bob than I do him. I don't know how to explain it to him. It's not that I love Bob more than him. I don't. I just can't deny myself Bob's cock. Life is just too short for me even to try. I tried to explain that in simple terms. Bob's dick goes in so much deeper and stretches me so unbelievably wide that it triggers orgasms so intense it changes emotional bonds. It's that simple. It's neither of our faults. My body needs Bob's dick. It needs Bob's dick in an almost painful way. It touches places and things inside me that my husband will never reach. I am supposed to say size doesn't matter. Just like I am supposed to say, squirting isn't p!$$. It does, and it is. Look. As weird as it sounds, I will make life-altering decisions just to get access to a man's cock. It is that important to me. It's not just the physical size of a cock. It's the appearance. The appearance alone of a huge cock will touch a place in my mind that instantly makes me a subservient slave to it, therefore, rendering me down to a tard cock toy for the owner to use as he pleases. This is human instinct, as it's instilled in me. I can't change it. I don't want to. So, I guess Scott better get used to being my sexless best friend. This is going to be amazing. Well, at least it will be for me. Scott, I don't know. His dick was hard, even though he was upset. The dummy. As soon as I saw his dick pitching a tent in his pants, I knew I had made the right choice. I might have backed off if it wasn't for that.
So...talk about licking some huge clits...well this is pretty much the playbook on that. This is @foxyfitgilf, and she is worth the price of admission and so much more. Look, no point in throwing a bunch of BS your way about this and that. I don't shoot much with other chicks, but when I do...I go for the gold, and I scored an Olympic win with her!
So, what's the back story on this? There is none. I just wanted to shoot with her. She is badass, and her body is to die for. No other reason. If we lived in the same town...you guys would be in trouble. That's all I have to say about that. Anyway, enjoy it, let me know what you think, and visit her site. Again, it's @foxyfitgilf so check her out!
I just did some hot-ass videos and pics with a fit chick hotty named Summer. When I say fit...she's fit as fuck, and when you toss in her great tits...it's the whole package! It was a great time. I broke her video cherry. The cool part was, and I'm just being honest here. When content is made for you, the viewer, it's all staged. The outfits, the settings, the sex, it's all predetermined or guided as it goes along. So, to the dismay of many of you and myself, the sex isn't all that. We just make it look that way. There's nothing wrong with that; it's the nature of the beast. But yesterday, when I was tonguing her big clit, I was getting hot as fuck, and I could tell she was as well. I just knew that when we finished the videos, we were going to fuck the shit out of each other. And we did. Several times over. And I came. And she came. Then I came some more...and so did she. Then we went to the CH and got something to eat. Talk about a good night. Here is a little tease to get you going. I have plenty to post up, but it will be tomorrow!
Got people coming and going all day long...hard to get some alone time but I did. Sorry for the late start but better late than never! Going to get something to eat and I'll post more stuff tonight 👍🏻😜
Good morning, I just did a little video because I woke up with morning girl wood and wanted to get off with you but I am not able to post it right now so I thought I would tease you with these for now. Enjoy and catch you in a bit 😜
