Pics I took this morning after making that short little video. Enjoy guys and probably see you later tonight or in the morning. 😉💦🍆
2023-09-10 14:25:32 +0000 UTC View PostI'll be your wide receiver and I'm a damn good ball handler so let's get this thing started! It's football season and though I watch nothing more than the highlights...I still enjoy the season! I have actually played pro football with more than a few pro football players. They have scored on me more than a few times if you know what I mean! I used to go to a condo in downtown Charlotte and get pumped by a high-profile individual. We did it on his balcony once and who knows who watched us. Hopefully half the city block! When he came, his first pump missed my face and went straight over the balcony and about 20 stories down. Someone got a facial from an NFL pro and didn't even know it! Anyway. I'll be scarce on here today. I have lots going on, but I have some good stuff to tell you about a swinger party I went to last night with Bob. So if you message me on here, I probably won't answer until later tonight or tomorrow. Catch up with you then!
2023-09-10 13:57:54 +0000 UTC View Post
Friday night. Good dinner. Better ass fucking followed by a fantastic breeding session. So, it's a late start today. I played along with Ryan last night. He wants us to be a thing. I string him along because I like his thing inside me. I see it as a win-win, at least for now. I said it before. I'll repeat it. He was warned.
I told Scott about Ryan this morning. He wanted to fuck, but I would rather he jerks off while I rub one out, watching him. So we did that. He blasted all over his leg when I told him that when Ryan said he loved me, I said, "Love you too" in return. Scott gets off on that. It's kind of a new thing for him, but I am digging it for sure. I want to expand on it, but I don't have the right guy yet. I so want to come home one day and tell Scott I am going on a vacation with my boyfriend and his parents. I know that's random, but how hot would that be? Probably not very hot for most of you, but I like what I like. I'll catch up later, but it will be a while today. I have a lot of things to get done around the house.
Aren't you guys curious what it feels like when you rub the head of my clit? Or are you like me and just think it feels the same way as when I rub the head of your dick? I do, I forget I have zero idea of what it feels like to have the rim of your cockhead licked and stroked. I can't even tell you what feels good because you guys all have different ideas of how you want me to stroke and suck your cock. Ask me to describe the sensation of your fingers caressing my clit head, and I will get stuck drawing a blank. I don't know how to describe it. It's frustratingly addictive. It's uncomfortable yet ecstasy beyond description at the same time. It never gets old. It is getting more intense the older I get, and the more intense it gets, the more of it I want it. I know there must be a similar feeling in guys because I can see it in their faces when I have their cock in my hands. That dizzy, checked-out look. You forget to breathe. You say things you would never say. If I say the right thing to you, it will trigger whatever makes you tick, and at that moment...your my bitch. I own you. And you will want more. Then, more after that. It won't end. The things you will do for me to hold your cock again will seem trivial. But they won't be. That will just drive you on even more. That's truly sexy as fuck. So many people have sex and go on with their day. I like to remember it. Talk about it. Keep things flowing. I think sex should be considered at any given moment in any situation. It keeps things interesting. Life can be boring otherwise. Just saying.
2023-09-08 19:51:25 +0000 UTC View PostVideo by request, here you go!
Every time I see Governor Kristi Noem, I get a little wet. Just saying. That is my political statement for the week.
Ryan is taking me to the Stonewood Grill. It's alright. Kind of an Outback but a little nicer. I don't really like going out to eat unless it's wings and such, but I'll humor him. He will want to go back to my house afterward. This I know. His shitty little motel apartment is not my style. He shouldn't have left his wife. He's a complete dumbass. But I'm not him, and I don't know everything going on in his life. He has laid it on me like he left her for me, but I have difficulty believing that. That was his dick talking. I'm happy to speak with his dick on a regular basis. Ryan, not so much. He's a nice guy, and I don't mind hanging out with him, and he breeds me quite nicely. Some of the orgasms I have had with his dick are legendary. But that's his dick doing that to me. His personality, it's fun to be around for a while, but then he gets all serious and focused. I don't need serious and focused. I need hard fun and time to run.
I am turned on by the fact that I have done things to Ryan's dick that he has enjoyed so much that he was willing to toss his life away to get more of my pussy. Sounds terrible, but I didn't ask him to do that. His dick asked him to do that. I get it. I have done the same thing chasing what I thought was the perfect man, only to find out it was his perfect dick. The man was an asshole, but sadly his dick was unavailable any other way. That's how I am with Bob. I think I love Bob, but I don't. I love his penis and the way it physically makes me feel. Bob...well, he's a complete jackass. A nasty byproduct that I have to deal with if I want his cock to continue to make soup out of my insides on the regular. And I do. I want him right now. I would cancel Ryan if Bob asked me out tonight. His dick comes with no strings attached. Bob has made that clear. Good for him. Otherwise, I might end up like Ryan. My pussy would put me in the same boat with Ryan if I let her.
I like the thought of turning a cock into a non-bendable state. It fascinates me. I have grabbed hard dicks with both hands and tried to bend them. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to know they aren't going to bend. Don't know why that popped into my head. I have been thinking about dicks quite a bit today. It's weird because I think of a cock as its own being with its own personality. I forget that it's attached to a living, breathing man who is wondering if I have lost my mind when I talk to his dick like it's not part of him. I have been accused of liking a man's penis more than I did the man who carried it around. Guilty as charged.
Did you ever run into someone so hot it makes you drool that you don't know and, for whatever reason, hang around with them for a bit? Like in a doctor's office or something like that. Then, by sheer luck, they start talking to you, but by that time, you have already fucked them 10 times in your head. The conversation is awkward because, in my head, I have already opened my legs for them and let them slip their magically perfect penis into my guts. Hard to see them any other way. Just saying. I was doing that yesterday at the appliance store. Some kid, probably early 20s, some mother's son, was so delicious I had to squeeze my thighs together because he was making my vagina buzz. He wasn't my sales guy, but someone showed up who must have been important because my sales guy handed me off to him when they showed up. But when he introduced himself, I could only picture his testicles in my mouth. I must have given off some hungry beast vibe because I could tell I was making him nervous. I openly flirted with him, but he returned zero my way. He wasn't interested. Thats okay. I fucked him 10 times in my head and once with my vibrator when I got home. I don't need any more appliances, but I feel the need to go back to that store. I am officially the perverted old lady now.
Someone requested this anal creampie video so here it is!
2023-09-06 13:51:12 +0000 UTC View Post
So, yes, I did empty Tony's cock yesterday. I blew him, and that was it. I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't have time to blow him, but I didn't want to leave him with a set of full testicles, so I drained them for him as fast as I could. I don't mind. I often remove the cum from a guy's balls just because. It's not like it's work. I never understood why some women avoid it like it's the plague. It doesn't even take that long. If I want him to cum fast, I usually know what makes each guy tick. The truth is, I end up getting into it and making it last longer than I should. I can't help it. Making a guy's dick spit jizz is a fascinating process. It never gets old. The thrill is intense to this day. Probably stronger. Anyways, Tony showed up. I popped the button on his shorts, unzipped him, pulled his cock out, and sucked it. He gets all fidgety with I roll the head of his dick around in his mouth with my tongue. His dick is small enough to do that. He was ready to cum in a minute or so, but I edged him a couple of times. I probably spent 10 minutes on my knees with his dick in my mouth. It would have been longer, but I went a bit too far, and his dick tipped over the edge and pumped cum in my stomach. I like to keep the post cum drip down to a minimum, so I sucked his dick soft, put it back in his shorts, and sent him on his way. Tony was happy, and I had that wonderful aftertaste of sperm in my throat. Tony should probably be thanking me for not letting him fuck me. My pussy has been resized by Bob over the last few days. It's XX large now, and Tony requires a medium. His dick flopping around inside of me would have probably been a hit to his ego. I need to give it a few days, and my box will return to its normal small/medium state.
2023-09-06 12:35:58 +0000 UTC View PostBack to Bob turning me inside out with his dick. I have to leave some things out as I promised I would. See how long I keep that promise, but for now, I have plenty of other stuff to tell you. When everyone left, it was just Scott, Bob, and myself. I told Scott to let us have the house for the night. He was hesitant, but he left. Bob slipped his dick into my pussy which was still lubed with his cum from the first time it stretched me open. He fucked me, missionary. He made out with me. He asked me if he could stay the night. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted him to stay more than just one night. I said yes. He asked me about Scott. I said I don't care. Then I came so hard I couldn't breathe. It was unreal. Then his dick started flopping around inside me, drooling another load of thick ball snot into my body. Then he got up, got dressed, and started leaving. I asked him about wanting to spend the night, not to mention making it a regular thing. He said he just wanted to see what I would say. He told me he was married and had a kid and asked if I really thought he wanted to move in with me. I thought about it, laying there with his sperm slipping out of me, and he was right. I couldn't stand an entire day with Bob, much less have him move in. But fuck if it didn't sound good when his cock was busy rearranging my insides. Funny how sex does that to a person.
Scott came home this morning. I told him everything. I didn't spare him how I agreed to replace him with Bob. He pulled his hard dick out, and because he has been so good with letting me live my insane sex life, I rubbed it off for him. He left me with a handful of cum. I didn't even make him eat it. We are going to be married for life. I can tell. I finally got it right.
I got resized again last night by Bob. Just look at the size of my clit. Thats Bob's dick doing it's thing. Twice. He came over while I had some friends and family over. We had to introduce him as Scott's friend to keep it from getting totally weird. One of my friends asked me what was going on with him. She said I seemed distracted like I had been drinking. I wasn't drinking or doing anything else. Except for getting sloshed on Bob's dick, so there was that. He fucked me stupid in my bedroom. We snuck a quick five minutes when no one was looking, and that's all it took. When I walked out, I was off balance physically and mentally. When I say off balance...I mean it in the best of ways. It took everything I had just to be quiet when he made me cum with his cock buried in me, pushing my stomach around. I swear I can feel it moving things. I don't even know what part of me they are, but that sensation is my drug of choice. Not to mention, Scott's parents were in the house, and I was in the bedroom getting pumped full of sperm by someone other than their son. The thought was a bit overwhelming, and I came fast and hard. Look, I know. I am pretty much the anit-christ these days. I'm fucking around on my husband with his parents in the house, killing marriages, trying to turn guys into chicks with a dick, and I cheated for real on Scott last Friday. And...I don't really care. I'm not giving up on any of it because chasing the next best cum is what I do. It's my thing. Anyway. I was a gracious hostess, wandering around and talking to everyone with Bob's sperm leaking out of my cum runny cunt into my shorts.
I'm in a rush here. I'll tell you the rest after I empty a dick belonging to Tony. It's got my name all over it, and Tony's on his way bringing it to me!
What's my most bizarre fantasy? Holy shit, I have had so many. They change, often get revisited, then change again. I reserve the right to change my fantasy at any given moment. I guess what fantasy did I have and didn't follow through on? Not many. I would guess this doesn't show up much around girls and their sexual fantasies. It's got zip to do with super studly guys and romantic settings. The odds are good you will think I'm a true nut job after this one but, as they say, it is what it is. So, the weirdest one would have been my desire for sperm inside my body back in the day when I was in school. So much so that I wanted a baby pumped in me so everyone would know I was taking cum inside of me. Kind of like the infamous cum walk of shame. I would walk into class and everyone would know I slipped a cock in my guts and made it chuck cum. I just wanted people looking at me and knowing I let a cock drool sperm into me. Like I said, you will think Im a wacko but I like what I like. Did I try to get pumped pregnant? Kind of sort of, but I knew that would goof things up for me. Not that I didn't want to though. I must have let 15 or 20 sets of testicles from different guys spill their guts inside me. I was on the pill but I'm not saying I might have missed a day or so. I was a bit out of control when it came to guys back then, but I only have fond memories of those days so I wouldn't change a thing.
2023-09-04 17:09:02 +0000 UTC View PostButt creampies...my favorite little specialty. I like them served up steamy hot, thick, and slimy. If done right, they grease me up for the entire day! This video is the second cum video from the other day when Bob showed Scott how to turn me into a brain-dead cum whore. It was a masterful lesson on Bob's part. One that Scott will never learn. Speaking of Scott, read on if you must.
I let my pussy get me into a bit of trouble yesterday. I promised Scott I would hang out with his family, but I ended up in a hotel with Bob's dick pumping me for most of the evening. I didn't call. I should have. Instead, I ended up face-to-face with Scott at midnight, trying to think up a lie to tell him. He cut me off before I got started. He said he could tell from how I looked that I spent the evening with a dick in me. Which was spot on. Bob fucked me for hours. There were times when Bob was touching places inside of me with the head of his cock that I couldn't have even told you my husband's name. I probably wouldn't have even remembered I was married. The feeling of Bob's fat, delicious cock spreading me open was that good. So, remembering to call wasn't a possibility. I feel bad. I do. I can tell Scott is hurt that I humiliated him in front of his family. It's not the kind of humiliation I want to inflict. But I'm not going to stop fucking Bob. Or anyone else, for that matter. It's who I am. It's what I do. It's what I want to do. I live and breathe for the thrill of chasing that next cum. When I retired from most things adult, I guess most people, including myself, figured I would slow down sexually. But once I started enjoying sex on my terms, with no outside influence, I had no idea how addictive and powerful it would become. I live and breathe to be seeded now. The urge is so compelling now that stopping is impossible. I don't want to stop. I'm not going to. I woke up this morning thinking about Bob's cum still lingering inside my body. I had no thoughts of how upset Scott was with me. That shows you where my priorities lay. I'm okay with that. The sex with Bob is getting dangerously good. Yesterday, I came so hard and so much that I lost control of my body. I had cum leaking from all my holes, dripping off other body parts. I touched it. I tasted it. I want more of it. I'm not going to walk away from that. I have never had a time in my life where I have been happier. Life is too short to give up any of this. I do feel for Scott, but I'm not changing anything. He can count on that. See how it goes.
So, here are some cum shots from Bob yesterday. He won't get on video, but he didn't mind videoing his cumshots. I wasn't going to post these. I was going to keep them for myself as I didn't think they were all that, but now that I look at them...they are pretty hot. I have three of them. I'll put the first one up now. I have to edit these. He was swinging the camera around everywhere, and some of it needs to be cut out, or it will make you dizzy.
Don't read on if you get bored quickly or generally don't like the things I write. If you are here just for the pics and videos, what's below will not interest you. It will get weird. You have been warned.
This first cum dump Bob did inside of me also ended up inside of Scott. Bob also took a video of Scott ingesting his sperm out of me while saying amazingly hot and humiliating things to him with every lick Scott took. I got so turned on by Bob humiliating Scott I started rubbing one out while he was doing it. I would have cum, but Bob stopped me. He said I was distracting him while he was trying to watch Scott eat his cum. Scott swallowed every drop I could push out of me, and Bob ordered him to clean his jizz off the bedspread as well. Scott did as he was told. When he was done, he had a shiny, cummy chin, just like I do when I get busy eating sperm. He looked so...gay and so defeated. Demasculated would be a good word. Bob was taking his masculinity by watching Scott eat his sperm one lick at a time. This is precisely how I want to picture Scott from now on. All this so mentally turned me on that I was dizzy. I mean it. My head was spinning, and I couldn't get enough of it. I am going to tell you this. I don't like to tell you this because I know some people get touchy over this kind of thing, but it is such a turn-on for me I have to get it out. Bob's massive dick was still hard while he watched this. It was starting to leak. He had post cum drip going on. I pulled Scott over his ears and put him on his knees before Bob. It was awesome. He was kneeling before the man taking his wife away from him, one cock stroke at a time. Bob's huge cock was hanging over Scott's head. I grabbed Bob's cock and slapped Scott's forehead with it. The sound was so heavy and thick. It's hard to describe. It was a delicious sound. The look on Scott's face was worth everything in the world. It was so hot how cucked out he looked. Acceptance would be an excellent way to put it. He may not like it, but he will accept it or be gone. The ownership and power I have over him from this is intoxicating. It's addictive. I can't ever see letting go of the control I have. All I have to do is threaten him with leaving him, and he collapses into an obedient cuck who gets slapped in the face with the massive dick of his rival. Would I leave him if he disobeyed? Yes. Instantly. I'm too far gone and too addicted to ever go back to an everyday vanilla sex life. I'll find another one like him except better. It got worse for Scott. I tilted his head back, pried his mouth open, and grabbed Bob's dick. You probably think I will tell you I made him suck it. I didn't. What I did was I put my finger between Bob's balls and pushed, shoving the jizz that remained in Bob's cock up into the shaft, and then I gripped Bob's cock and squeezed out a long rope of sperm into Scott's mouth. I asked Scott how he liked it. I grabbed Bob's perfect balls and showed them to Scott. I said, "You just ate sperm from these testicles. Live sperm from another man's balls is in your stomach." He just looked down in shame. Here's the thing, though. Scott's dick was rock hard. I could see it popping up in his shorts. I grabbed it to confirm it, yanked it a few times, and a huge, wet jizz spot came through the fabric. Scott had an orgasm. Amazing how I have turned such a big man into such a little bitch. Anyway, I know many of you are like, "What the fuck Brooke!" I understand. But I can't help myself, and there was no way I could not share that with you. It got a lot worse for Scott. I may or may not tell you. I haven't decided yet.
Bob is the second guy to make me tap out. The first was a guy named Scott. Let me be very clear: this is an entirely different guy than my husband Scott, though I wish I had married him instead of my current husband. He had what I have since found out to be a once-in-a-lifetime dick and a sex appeal to go along with it that I have been unable to match since. I met Scott probably 30 yrs ago, and he had the most enormous cock I have ever touched or seen in my life to this day. No porn guy has gotten near it. I got fired from a respiratory therapist job because he and his dick had such control over me I would do things when he told me. He told me to suck his cock, which meant getting the massive head in my mouth in the warehouse/stockroom where we worked. The owner walked in just as Scott started cumming and told me not to stop. The owner watched me drink and clean up Scott's sperm. He fired us on the spot. So worth it. Scott had chicks left and right, and he just disappeared on me over time. I wish he hadn't. I never got over his dick.
Bob has a 9-inch dick. It's huge. It's thick, spongy, and perfectly shaped with smooth veins. Scott, from long ago, had a 13-inch dick. It was so big it never stood up when it got hard. It would just hang down and grow bigger. I think it was too heavy to stand up. That's a 4-inch difference between dicks. It's a difference the same size as some of your dicks. Think about that. I don't know where all of Bob's cock goes when he goes balls deep in me. I have no idea how I even survived Scott's cock when he bottomed out inside me. Even Scott used to be amazed when I would push against him until his entire 13-inches became invisible. It was like an itch that was so deep that the only way to scratch it was impale myself on his dick, and when the tip of his dick scratched that itch, it was heaven! The most unbelievably pleasurable sensation I have been chasing for a lifetime. Bob gets very close to it. That is probably why when he told me to tell Scott, my husband, who you have all seen his dick, it isn't 9-inches, much less 13-inches, that I belonged to him and did it. Bob ordered me to do this while he had me on all fours, his dick buried in my guts, inebriated from cumming, and staring at my husband. He told me to tell him I would leave Scott for him whenever he asked, and he might ask today. I told Scott I would leave him for Bob if he asked me to. Scott looked devastated. Completely defeated. Then I came so hard I forgot where I was. Bob laughed, and Scott looked nervous. That was one of probably a dozen orgasms I had yesterday. I'm still dizzy from them today. Something went on yesterday that I'm sure many of you aren't into or interested in. Stuff that makes life worth living for me, but I understand it's not for everyone. I will think about what I want to share and post some more a little later today.
Bob is going to resize me today, so Yay for me! I love it when he customizes me to fit. If only I would stay that way forever. That's a mental turn-on I could live with for sure. Bob is getting kinky. He wants me to bring Scott. Scott said no, but I reminded him this is why I agreed to marry him. So now he's going back and forth about being unable to get off work. He will call in sick. It's been decided. I'm getting this one. I am still determining what Bob has in mind, but whatever it is, it will be good! If I get my way, what I want to do the most is reverse cowgirl Bob and make Scott lick my clit. Fuck me. I might cum the second his tongue hits my clit. Scary how turned on I get thinking about that. Bob calls the shots, though, so fingers crossed. I have some time. It's not until 2 today. The build-up to it is going to be unbelievable! For those who care, I'll keep you posted. I have some pretty good ideas for videos and pics for those who don't, so I'll also post those.
Twitter. It's silly. I posted a pic over a month ago, and some ding dong posted about how I'm killing myself by starving myself and using roids. It's from a heavyweight chick, more expansive widthwise than she is tall. I don't have time for these idiots. She will eat herself to death long before I starve myself. Completely random. There was not a thing that was negative about my pic or caption I put with it. It was something like, "I will do things to your dick that even your dick won't understand what's happening to it." I don't know. Maybe that is an annoying comment. Why did I write that...I don't know. I think because sometimes I sit around and think about stuff I want to happen. I would certainly love to do things to someone's cock that was so amazing it confused them. I'm weird that way and end up jotting shit like that down. Sometimes, for a post on Twitter. Doesn't matter. What's my point here because? I am not upset in any way about her comment. I am curious about it, though. I would love to sit down with her and get her to explain why she thought she needed to tell me that. It doesn't matter, I have said some unprovoked dumb shit in my life, so I should probably just shut up. The older I get, the less I do it. That's a plus.
I let Tony use my mouth like a fleshlight. He held my head and pumped my mouth for 30 seconds, then he came. I was shocked when I felt his cum in my throat. I didn't expect it, so I coughed it up and ended up with sperm dripping from my nose. Which would probably freak some people out, but it only turns me on. It isn't all that uncomfortable, so it's not that big deal. But...the thought of a 23 yr old pumping so much cum in my throat that I end up hacking it up through my nose...well... that's hot. I don't know what Tony thought about it all. I didn't really give him a chance. I had laundry and dinner to make, so I put his deflated penis back in his shorts and sent him to work. He asked me if I was mad at him, and I told him no. I told him to call me later. I had things to do. Guys get so...clingy, I guess is the word, after they cum. Like I'm the only one who can make that happen. I get it. It's fun. I'm not a bad catch for a MILF, and I do things most chicks won't. Like, lick the sperm off the tip of my nose with my tongue after I snort it out. But it is what it is, so be on your way...I got mine, and you got yours. We can play with your dick another time, so see you later! Plus, my husband will be home any minute, so there's that as well.
2023-08-31 23:28:26 +0000 UTC View PostSo, Tony is stopping by before he starts work. I will get a bellyful of his cum before he departs. Ever been in the mood for a particular something to eat? That's how I am with Tony today. I want to suck him off and send him on his way. I don't want to fuck. I would rather save my pussy for Bob who I have a tentative date with tomorrow. It's a risky move. Bob has been known to cancel. If he does, I'm stuck with an angry pussy. I could curtail some of that by slipping Tony's dick inside of me. But, even though it's mental, it makes what are already mind-blowing orgasms even more intense by saving my pussy for Bob. It also makes sucking Tony off even hotter because I know I'm servicing an inferior cock to keep it interested, so it's there when I need it. Tony's cock is inferior when it has to compare to Bob's. Everyone's dick at the moment is inadequate when it cums to Bob. Bob's dick has, oddly enough, become its own living thing in my mind. It has a life of its own, and it's become my master. Even my husband, Scott, knows I will leave him if it means I get to be Bob's full-time sperm dump. Bob has that rare dick that can make me feel so good that nothing else matters. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, knowing that the cock of another man is so perfect it can instantly take your woman forever. Even if the guy it is attached to is almost unbearable to be around. Human instinct is to blame for this, which can sometimes be a low blow. I know I want to get low and blow on Bob's cock. Just saying.
I follow a bunch of the fit chicks in the fit chick crowd. Some of them aren't all that fit, but they think they are, and generally, they are slim and trim and look good, so I play along. But I unfollowed three of them today. Why? Because they all made videos slamming guys for looking at them. Which is fine if that bothers you. I get it. Nobody likes to be made uncomfortable in any setting. But...and yes, there is a big old "but" in this statement. All of them posted "big ol look at me! Look at me dammit!" videos in super sexy and slinky gym outfits right before they went to the gym where the guys...well... looked at them. Wasn't that the point? If you listen to them, these guys are accosting them in the gym. Are they, though? Are they so bad they have to see a therapist afterward? I have been to the gym more than a few times. Yes, guys stare. Yes, occasionally, some of them try to strike up a conversation. Yes, a simple, "I can't concentrate on my workout with you talking to me" has never failed me. Away they go, and sure, it's gotten me some shitty looks and replies, but if it were some hot guy I wanted to suck the balls snot out of, I would have replied differently. Like, "Can I spot your face with my cunt?" You have to pick and choose your battle tactics. So, ultimately, there is no loss with getting the shitty looks or replies. I wasn't going to be sucking sperm out of their balls, anyway. Honestly, I have never had a problem in the gym. Guys stare at chicks. It's what they do. I stare at chicks. It's what I do. I stare at guys if they look good enough to be a candidate to resize my vagina for me. If someone gets creepy with the staring, give them a shitty look. Fixes 99.9% of the problem. That other 0.1%...well, they are probably your local serial killer, so keep an eye on that one. Anyway. I'm tired of all the "Look at me, look at me!" chicks, and then when someone does...it's the end of the world. I consider it to be hypocritical, over-inflated, and plain old bullshit.
Cumming to you live from Daytona Beach...It's Storm Team 69! It's raining. Not that hard. I'm sure someone somewhere is having a much worse day than I am, but so far, it's pretty tame on my side of the Island!
2023-08-30 13:53:37 +0000 UTC View Post
I fucked Ryan today. He got two cums off on and in me in two days. Good for him! It was good. He pumped me in my bedroom today. I used a Hitachi Magic Wand. Most of you know, but it's a huge plug-in massager for those who don't. Really, it's just a massive overpowered vibrator. 2 speeds. Amazing and Insane. I use insane. He didn't like that I was using it. I like variety. Sometimes combining technology and dick is a good thing. I didn't budge. We kept the Hitachi. I bent over my bed, and Ryan did me doggy while I went insano on the Hitachi wand. His dick kept hitting the vibrator's head, and he said it hurt. I said don't be a moron, switch holes. As in, go up a floor on the elevator. As in fuck my ass, ding dong. He fucked my ass. Then he yelled, "Owwww!" I said, "What?" as I was bent over, my asshole puckered and fish-mouthing for dick. Ryan said he bent his dick. I'm thinking, straighten it back out, and let's get this ass fucking back on track. Apparently, it hurts. I wouldn't know. As much as I wish I had a dick, I don't. So I have no idea what I bent dick feels like. At that moment, I didn't care. Just put it back in. And he did. And he drained his balls in my ass shortly after that, so it couldn't have been that bad. It must have been a big load because I still feel his swimmers sloshing around in my ass. No complaints. It feels hot a fuck knowing his jizz is still in my guts. I didn't think I would have an orgasm with Ryan. As good as it felt, his complaining took me out of my zone. But when he dumped his sperm in my colon...that did it. Sent me right over the edge. So, let us make a long story short: Scott will be coming home to his wife, who still has a piece of Ryan inside her. Hope he's hungry! He can eat me clean, but that's all he will get. Between the work and the orgasm...I'm cooked. Nothing left in the gas tank for the hubby.
If your favorite porn chick must "take a well-earned break" from porn, she is 100% pay to play. I assure you that she'd be long gone if she didn't need the money. If she says she needs a "mental health break," then she is definitely 2 or 3 months behind on her car payment, her crack dealer will no longer accept blowjobs, and there is an eviction notice on her door. Take a break. How about you give me a break. Take a break from what? Getting laid? Who does that? I can tell you, it's not humanly possible to get laid every damn day. Believe me...I try, but like everyone else, I still go through weeks without getting a dick inside me. Well, most of you would be the ones putting a dick inside of someone, but you get the point I'm making. Do I take breaks here on Onlyfans? Hell no. I run home as fast as I can to tell you whatever weird shit I got myself into. When I say this, I say this with all sincerity...this is the greatest thing I have ever done. I mean that. I liked all the other stuff I have done but sharing my shit with you guys, it's the complete bomb. Why? I don't know. I just know I make someone's dick pump jizz, and he wants to sit around and do the post cum talk thing. But I don't have the time. I need to return home and tell all the dirt details while they are fresh in my mind. It's a disappointment when I don't get laid. I don't cum, and I don't get anything to share. So, if you are wondering why I don't take a break...it's because I don't want to. If I ever do...then something went really wrong. Just saying.
I removed the cum from Ryans balls yesterday. That was fun. I got his cum all over my hand, arm and skirt. I jerked him off in his little office where he works. He was getting all sappy about our relationship and how his marriage was over. He wants me to be with him exclusively. Said he would do anything. I want nothing of the sort. I want to make his dick spew sperm. That's it. I mean, I want to do fun things with him, but for fucks sake, I don't want to sit on the couch and hold hands watching some disgusting love story on the TV. Mostly I just want his dick to pump cum for me. Then he drops the guilt bomb on me. It had no effect. He said he left his family for me. Not only did I tell him not to that is not why he left his wife and kid. He left them because his dick wanted me to do things to it. His dick wanted me all to it's lonesome. While telling him that, I slipped his shorts down and grabbed his almost hard dick. I worked the rim of the head with my fingers, which made him rock solid. I asked him if his wife ever made him cum at the office. He said no. I asked him if his wife ever sucked the cum out of his balls in his car. He said no. I asked him if he had ever pumped a load of sperm into his wife's asshole. I told him you don't need her for that. He has all of that with me. I told him he would continue to have those things "with" me, but the one thing he won't have "is" me. I'm not his to have. His body got all tight, and he was standing on his toes and started pumping his cum. The first one or two strings of jizz hit my skirt. Then, the next 3 or 4 hit my arm and filled my hand. Then he told me he loved me. Then he expanded on that with, "I told my wife I love you." What a dummy. That is going to cost him dearly in divorce court. Even worse, if he gets much more mushy about this crap, I will lose interest, and by the time he gets to divorce court, I'll be in the wind and long gone. I went home, had Scott eat me out, watched him jerk off, fingered myself, and called it a night. Not a bad day.
2023-08-29 13:01:52 +0000 UTC View PostMILF Monday Muscle...just showing you what I got. I feel pretty good about 56. Funny thing about getting older...I'm thinking about fucking 24/7, and I'm being serious about that. Whenever I see a good-looking 18-year-old, I stare at him like he's a meal. I want to do things to him to show him who is really running the show. Whenever I see a good-looking man my age, I worry about giving him a heart attack, but I'm good with it if I do. He will go out with a smile on his face. Hopefully, I'll cum before he flatlines...just saying. My sweet spot right now is 35 to 45 yr old men. They seem to be the ones that turn me into a tard for dick. I'm good with that. Anyway, hope you like the video. I left the music and talking out because I am getting annoyed at all the serious music being played in gym videos like it's some combat operation.
I hate inspirational quotes. I hate them even more when people copy and paste them to share with the world. It's as if they have a superiority thing going on. My pet peeve is "Prove the haters wrong" used in whatever context they are selling. Usually, a gym/athletic scenario. Seriously though. If you have accumulated enough "haters" to make "haters" a part of your vocabulary from simply working out, the "haters" aren't the problem. You are. I'm just saying.
MILF Monday Muscle...just showing you what I got. I feel pretty good about 56. Funny thing about getting older...I'm thinking about fucking 24/7, and I'm being serious about that. Whenever I see a good-looking 18-year-old, I stare at him like he's a meal. I want to do things to him to show him who is really running the show. Whenever I see a good-looking man my age, I worry about giving him a heart attack, but I'm good with it if I do. He will go out with a smile on his face. Hopefully, I'll cum before he flatlines...just saying. My sweet spot right now is 35 to 45 yr old men. They seem to be the ones that turn me into a tard for dick. I'm good with that. Anyway, hope you like the video. I left the music and talking out because I am getting annoyed at all the serious music being played in gym videos like it's some combat operation.
I hate inspirational quotes. I hate them even more when people copy and paste them to share with the world. It's as if they have a superiority thing going on. My pet peeve is "Prove the haters wrong" used in whatever context they are selling. Usually, a gym/athletic scenario. Seriously though. If you have accumulated enough "haters" to make "haters" a part of your vocabulary from simply working out, the "haters" aren't the problem. You are. I'm just saying.
I liked the outfit, so I made two videos. So now I have two videos to put up but they are pretty much the same video. So I l will split them up. Either way, this will be my out and about outfit for the day. I have to run to Sams Club, then Lowes, and then the pharmacy. Look, I'm not ashamed to say it...I dress to be stared at. So, if I catch you staring, unless you are doing something weird, I'll show you my appreciation!
I tried to watch a game yesterday of what is known as soccer here in the US and Football everywhere else. Couldn't do it. Bored to tears. Before all of you lose your shit, I can't sit through an entire game of American Football either. Now that I think about it, I can't sit through any sporting event anymore. I used to be into the Lingerie Football League. Seriously. I used to watch that a lot. I couldn't sit through an entire game of that for entirely different reasons. They should make everyone play sports naked. I'd watch that.
When you lose control of your GoPro and it keeps recording.
2023-08-28 13:50:11 +0000 UTC View Post
I saw Bob on video cam today, and my cunts been running like a faucet ever since. I fucking hate that! I should have just rubbed a few cums out, but I held out, hoping my insides would jerk a cock off today. Now I'm just angry horny. If I finger myself, I'll be at it for an hour or more, and I don't have the time. Plus, when I'm angry horny, masturbation cums just don't get it done for me. I just end up wanting more.The good news is it will go away, but I'll be super susceptible to getting wildly horny at the mere mention of a dick. I could have fucked Scott today, but I didn't want his dick. I wanted Bob's, Tony's, or Ryans. Nobody even budged. Bob's excuse was, "I can't get away from the family." Blah, blah, blah. Fuck your wife Bob...well, don't fuck her literally, fuck me instead. Thats mean. That was selfish of me. I don't give a crap about any of these guys as far as a meaningful relationship goes. I just want them to breed me. They should keep the family thing going. But he complains there is zero breeding going on in his household, so what's the damn problem Bob? I'm even doing your wife a favor. She doesn't have to worry about him bugging her to pump a load in her ass. I'll take that load for her. She can thank me later. Tony, he let me down a little bit. Not sexually, even though I know he could have found 15 minutes for me today, but almost like a penis extorsion type thing. He said he wanted to breed me but had to do deliveries. His buy here pay here car payment was due, and he spent too much time pumping me full of his cum last week instead of working. Then he added, "Unless you could loan me the money for it." Yeah, not going to happen, kiddo. You are 23, and you become a man when you handle your affairs, so handle your affairs and become a man. Let us just say I didn't like that little "loan me money" line. It makes me think of him in a different light. I'll get over it, I'm sure. Hell, I'd let him fill my ass up with cum if he would just show up. So, I can't be that mad at him. I'm not going to loan him money to get a load of sperm sprayed in my colon, though. Ryan. Dumb ass Ryan. He left his family for my pussy. Moron. I told him not to. He's a mess. He didn't go to work Friday or Saturday because he was trying to sort out his affairs. So now he has to make it all up today. Do I feel bad that he left his wife and kids? Absolutely not. I was crystal clear. The only part of him I was in love with was his dick. His balls are pretty impressive as well. Needed to throw that out there. But dick and balls, that's it. Make my holes a cum dumping ground Ryan. I will thank you for the cum deposits, but that's it. Get out of my house. Go home. Be happy. You have the best of both worlds. Someone who will never tell or want anything more than your dick...and balls, can't forget those, and you get to keep your Suzy homemaker wife and wonderful kids without fear of anyone ever knowing. Unless, of course, you tell her. Like Ryan did. Dumbass. Scott is aware of Ryan's marital issues and laughs at him. I don't know why he's laughing. Ryan has put more sperm into my body than he has, and I'm married to Scott. Who's laughing now? Shit. You know I'm sexually frustrated when I write novels on here. I'll shut up. Just wish it was because someone stuffed a dick in my mouth.
2023-08-27 22:36:22 +0000 UTC View PostWhat I would give to suck the snot milk out of Bob's balls...I'm just saying. Fuck that guy melts my pussy every time I see him. And it was just a video call. I don't know what it is. All I want to do is empty his balls inside me, so much so it's making me anxious. Kind of nerve-wracking and annoying. I don't even like him as much as a general person, but I would lick his crack if he promised to put his dick inside me afterward. Talk about big dick energy. It's got so much that it's giving me energy just thinking about it. I hope I'm not the only one who gets this way thinking about a guy's cock. In my mind, I think guys get the same feeling. Only it's about pussy instead of cock. But I could be wrong. I don't even know when I will see Bob again, but my pussy is convinced it will be soon. Let us all hope that is true.
Girls bitch about guys staring at them at the gym and everywhere else. So what? Most of the one's bitching are wearing super sexy shit, so much so that even I am staring at them licking my lips. I went to the grocery store this morning, and some guy stared at me. I stared back. He quit staring. I'm not even mad at him. It's good to know I still got enough zing in my shit to get someone to stare. It's called life, folks. I stare at hot people like an eagle locked on to its next meal. I'm not going to waste my life trying to ignore sexy motherfuckers. They can deal with it or not. Doesn't matter to me. Either way, I'll still lick my lips and wink at them. If they give me the middle finger, that's my cue that they want me to finger them...or even better...finger me. Both options work for me. The world is too full of morons that scream, "Look at me! LOOK AT ME!" and then, when you do, they cry, "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Make up your mind. Yes, you have the right to wear the sexiest shit you want, and you should never be touched without consent or spoken to inappropriately. But once you put that sexy outfit on...it's open season for being stared at. But that was the point, dufus. So quit your bitching and turn around. Let me see that ass! Holy shit. I have turned into quite the perv in my old age.
Heres a few dozen clit and tit pics in crotchless yoga pants. Enjoy!
What's new today? Still waiting for something to "pop up."
I watched some thin, tight chick with perfect little tits bouncing around today, and all I could think of was, wow, I really want to lick the sweat off of her shaved pussy. I don't know if she had a shaved pussy, but in my mind, it was glistening, pink, and perfect. It's hard to be what people consider an "Older MILF" and sell the whole lesbian thing. It doesn't equate in most folk's minds. Doing gay shit isn't the first people think of when they see me. Yet here I am, annoyingly horny, wishing I was fingering her tight little 20-something cunt. I would pass up getting my guts rearranged by Bob for a chance to lick her holes. That's how much I want that wet little beaver in my face. I'll tell you something. I don't think about her eating me out or even me getting off. She wouldn't have to do anything. All I think about is me doing xxx sexy things to her body. I just want to make her cum. I will get mine later when I replay the events in my head. Damn it. I can almost taste her; that's how much she has fired up my hormones. It's annoying because I know I won't get her. That doesn't mean I won't smile at her!
Some soccer dude kissed some soccer chick without consent. The world is not ending. To the people claiming she will have PTSD and a lifetime of trauma, just shut up. You are doing a disservice, minimalizing and making people who have experienced severe physical/mental trauma irrelevant. Kind of the way emotional support dogs have done the same thing to actual service dogs. Look, she will be fine. Grossed out a bit, but overall, she will be fine. I have probably touched some dude uninvited over the years, so maybe I should just shut up here. Perhaps that isn't the same thing. Plus, I'm pretty sure it always ended with a cock pushing around inside me.
I had a Jeep Grand Cherokee. The back seat had cum stains. I was sitting around thinking about that last night. Now, it's stuck in my head. I bought that car new when they were the shit back in the day. I was married, so we bought it. I was heavily into swinger clubs and constantly cheated on my husband. So much so that I had a guy who was my sex club partner who took me to swinger clubs. It was a fantastic period in my life. I got caught cheating with my husband's friend. He got beside himself, and I got massively turned on by being caught and cheated even more. He tried to do the swinger thing in an attempt to keep me under control. He never had a chance. His dick was half the size of David's, not near as good-looking, and David could kick my husband's ass at will if he wanted to. The thought of David making my husband powerless was intoxicating to me. Add in the excitement of cheating with David and many others; he lost me sexually before he ever had me. He thought becoming a swinger would help. It didn't. he would drive me and David around in the Grand Cherokee, and David would fuck me stupid while my husband watched in the mirror. I would always have David empty his testicles inside of me.
I know that was like a gut punch to my husband, watching another man mark me as his territory with sperm. To make it worse, David would smile at my husband when he pumped sperm into my body. There was nothing my husband could do except wipe up the jizz from David's cock that spilled out of my pussy when we stopped. Other times I would drive around with David and suck his cock. We would pull into parking lots of places that are frowned upon for adult activities and would slip that beautiful cock in my guts and breed me. He always came in me, and when my husband wasn't there, we would leave the cum leakage on the seats for my husband to get the next day. Hence the cum stains. We would go to Club 104 most of the time. If we took my husband, I would abandon him and hang around with other guys. I would often get laid multiple times by multiple guys while my husband sat in the corner waiting. David would sometimes join in or bring a girl he met to a private room with me. My husband tried, but he could never get it up. It wasn't for him, and I made it worse by criticizing him about it in front of my swinger buddies. The more it humiliated him, the more I did it. I learned what a powerful sexual drug humiliation can be. I would have fucked my husband's dick off because his role in my sexual lifestyle was the key to it all, but the lifestyle I had chosen to live wasn't for him. So we quit having sex. He no longer cared about me cheating, which destroyed my desire to cheat. My sex life with others got super boring super fast. I needed a husband who either didn't know or, even better, would play along with my kinks. He was neither. So we went our different ways.
Mood today as presented by these photos. I have touched my clit until it's huge and fat. I should just cum with a vibrator, but I'm holding out. See how long that lasts, hopefully until tomorrow. I'll be horny to the point I'll make bad decisions and have great sex. I should fuck Scott, but that will make his dick too happy. We can't have that. The truth is he has put his dick in me too much. I need him to pull a zero for the rest of the month. That way, all of my guys actively dumping cum in my guts will each have had their dicks inside me more times than Scott...my husband. That's got to sting, but I like how that statistic sounds. I need Bob inside me again to break the tie between him and Scott. Yes...I, along with Tom, keep records of all of this. Him more than me. Good to have a historian. Just saying.
What's new? Very little. Tony is new, but he fits right in as inside me. Looking forward to some 23 yr old cock punching around in my guts here in the near future.
Match sucked big time for a dating site. Just saying.
Went to get something to eat last night. Worst meal I have paid for in years. $50 bucks wasted on crap. I am getting tired of going out. It's such junk anymore.
I have penis envy. I want my own penis so bad. Not one of these manufactured skin tubes they slap on chicks wishing to be men. Ever seen one? They look awful, and obviously they don't work. On top of that, you fucked up your vagina, so now you fucked up your sex life. I'm talking about wanting a genuine cock. One with testicles. I wouldn't accept one unless it had the balls to go with it. The thing is, and I have said this before, I am also not giving up my pussy. The pussy stays. We must find a place for all this new equipment to fit. Preferably above the box. If you dated me, you could fuck me, and I could do things to you that you may or may not like. But the thing is, I would then know what it's like to fuck someone. Really fuck someone and push sperm out of my balls through my dick and into someone. I have to know what it feels like! I need a magic wand to make all that happen. I'll put it on my wishlist.
Hard dick required. Any volunteers? Anyone at all? I must be losing it. I'm stuck like chuck with my husband at home on a Friday night. What's with that? Oh well, shit happens, I guess. Absolutely nobody, Not Paul, Ryan, Bob, Tony, or any other guy I know, and I texted them all, be able to hang out tonight. Tomorrow or Sunday is good, but not tonight. What's a girl to do? Good thing I have toys...lots of toys! I'll keep you posted if things change.
2023-08-25 18:29:57 +0000 UTC View Post
