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.
I didn't get Ryan to put his dick in me today. These things happen. Now I have Ryan and Rob both wanting to get together tomorrow. Rob wins. Whatever time he chooses, he gets. If it's early enough, I'll be able to get bred twice tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
Ryan asked me not to use the terms "Breed, bred, breeding." He doesn't like it. But I do. I like the thought of it. Animallistic almost. I also like the implications that go with it. When I say breed in any one of its forms, I am referring to some man emptying his testicles deep in my womb because my pussy did things to his cock as if it was trying to get him to pump a baby into me. That fires me up. It's a woman instinctual thing. I doubt too many chicks with dicks get that urge. But I do. My entire life I have always found the thought of getting knocked up exciting. Especially when I was married and I was cheating with other men and letting them dump cum in my guts. So no, Ryan, I will not stop telling you to "breed me."
I got 3 calls today that once famous porn star Jesse Jane died. I guess I was supposed to be shocked and heartbroken. Didn't happen. I met her several times. Never long enough to know her. She had a reputation for being an addict way back when, and once an addict...well, you know the story. So no, not a shock. She's like number 87 that I have crossed paths with who ended up on the end of the wrong needle or ate one too many pills. Plus, again, she might as well have been Joe Schmoe because I didn't know her other than a quick hello; how are you? I mainly knew of her. So, lesson learned...put the needle down and step away from the bottle before one of the two or both put you down. Easier said than done I suppose. I wouldn't pretend to know.
Got the broken camera replaced today. That helps. I had a bad day yesterday with it, but they switched it out quickly, so good for them. I thought I might have to wait up to a week but it was at my door around 11 AM. Probably good I dropped the old one off at UPS minutes after I had the conversation with support. I still had to set the new one up and all that happy stuff, but it seems to be just as good as the last one without the software glitch.
Sometimes you just want to ride a dick. It's one of those times. I made this video like 5 minutes ago. If only there were a real dick...I'd fuck it clean off. I thought Ryan was coming over but he can't make it. Maybe later today. So I took matters into my own hands, slipped a plastic dick in my pussy, and went after it a little bit. Not a real dick. I can get off on a dildo, no doubt about it. I can get off really hard, but I need someone using it on me. Sometimes I let Scott stick his dick in me and then make him use a massive dildo to utterly destroy my pussy for him. When I have him stick his now puny little dick in, all I can feel is something hard poking around...like it's a finger. Then I make him put the massive dildo back in my guts, and I cum really hard. Obviously a mental thing with me, but I do have some of the best orgasms that way. No Scott to do that with today either so it's my torso dick dildo to the rescue.
Lots of people expressing interest in me doing multiple guys. Which I'm very okay with. In fact I would be ecstatic about it. Now, only if I could get 3 or 4 guys all good with sporting an erection in front of each other. I'd be airtight on the daily. There is something about having a stiff dick in front of other guys, or maybe it's around other guys with stiff dicks that make dicks, well, un-stiff for lack of a better description. If you think I would love laying around in my bed with a dick in my ass and another one in my pussy on the regular...well, then you don't know me. I would. What woman wouldn't?
I am waiting for my new camera. Should be here anytime now. Said before 11 am. Something went wrong with the software, and it couldn't be updated, so they are sending me a new one. It would record and take pics, but then it would only show the first 30 seconds or so, then re-loop that constantly. You will have these things, I suppose. Still, photos would have like 20 copies of each pic. That was even more annoying.
True story. I once had a threesome with 2 guys in NC. Things were going wonderful, and the one guy had already fed me his sperm, and I drank it down. He then got off the bed and got kind of beside and behind the guy who was fucking me from behind. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I figured he was just watching, and they were friends, so it was all good. What I didn't know is the guy that came in my mouth started fondling the balls of the guy who was fucking me. I had no idea, but it all seemed good to me because the guy behind me pumped a load in my guts. Even afterward, everything seemed fine. Then I went in the shower, and when I came out, the only guy still there was the one who came in my mouth, and he had a little cut on his face. I asked him what happened, and he said his friend punched him and left, and he needed a ride home. I obviously got the story from him. He told me about fondling his balls, and though he wasn't gay, he just wanted to do that. I don't care. Squeeze all the balls you want. I guess just make sure the other guy wants his balls squeezed by you first. The odd part is he was back there making love to his balls with his hands for a good five minutes so the other guy must not have hated it too much. I guess he had a change of heart after he came. I gave the testicle bandit a ride home and never heard from either one again.
I know you think I can just slip a dick in my guts whenever I feel like it. And I can...if plastic dicks count. It's just not that easy. Guys are tricky these days. I was just saying 15 years ago, I could get my guts pumped full of sperm at will, and I often did. Guys would be happy to breed me until I leak. Nowadays...they want to talk first. See if we are going to be compatible and all that other nonsense. I don't want to be compatible. I just want you to get your dick hard, bend me over and fuck me stupid. Then go away until I call you again...which, if you turned me into a blabbering fuck-tard will probably be the next day. But times have changed. Some of you younger folks haven't even figured out what gender they are, much less learned to fuck properly. When I was 18 that's all guys wanted to do. Pump pussy, dump loads. I was happy to be the town pump, and I taught a lot of guys a lot of things. I guess those days are over. Now we have to talk about whether our politics align before we even consider fucking. Connor was 18, but he was an aspiring man. He learned, and before too long, he was fucking me into the ground like a pro. But he wandered off and joined the Army...which good for him. Kind of made me proud to say I let him empty his testicles inside of me a few hundred times. I should be seeing him next week. Hope that happens. Anyway, my point is, guys aren't into fucking near as much as they used to be. They want to "cuddle." I'm sure there is someone out there who wants to "cuddle," but I might gag if you start doing that with me. You can cuddle me all you want after you turn my insides into soup with your dick. I'll be too fucked out to know we are even doing it.
How does one ask for a happy ending at a massage parlor, especially if they don't know if they actually do that? And do they have happy endings for women? Asking for a friend.
No, I'm not. I'm asking for myself. I always wanted to be rubbed off during a massage. Not a home massage, not a porn massage, a real go to the massage parlor, get a massage, and then another kind of massage. I know tons of you would be happy to give me a massage, but it wouldn't be the same. Plus, I want a chick to do it. So there's that.
Someone told me sex hurts. I said either you or your partner are doing it wrong. She said how would I know if they are doing it wrong? She had a point. I don't know that. It could be something medical. So, I thought about it, and I said there is only one way to know for sure. She asked me what that would be. I said I would need to have sex with her. She looked at me weird. She didn't have sex with me. It was worth a shot.
What got me into porn? Sex is what got me into porn. I thought it would be the answer to all my dick availability problems. It wasn’t. I found out quickly porn star dudes are really bad at sex. Not all of them, but most of them. I had a few porn dudes that fucked me stupid off-camera. But all the rest…yawn. So, I thought I would try my hand at the online ho thing around 2001, and oddly enough…it kept me in a fresh supply of dick for 20-plus years until I retired three years ago. No, I didn’t get off with every dick that showed up. But I did with a lot of them. And to this day, I can’t think of one truly bad day in my entire 20-plus-year career. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. It doesn’t work that way. Anyway, this is my 3rd year after retirement, and I’ll never go back. I left it while I was on the top. It could only go down from there, and I don’t want to remember it that way. So now I must find dick the hard way…go out in town and hunt it down. It’s fun, though, and I have found some really good cocks that way. Rob is truly becoming a legend to my pussy. He does a number on my holes consistently that very few have ever achieved even once. His massive cock may have something to do with that.
Yes. Guys complain I am overly sexual. They find me to be a bit too much more than they don’t. It always starts out great, but after a month of me tugging their dicks out of their pants daily…they get worn out on it. Which is why I keep a stable of available dick. I admit it. I’m probably addicted to orgasms. I don’t find that to be a problem. But, I do kind of wish I would get worn out now and then. I would get more stuff done. My first husband told our marriage counselor he was tired of fucking for 2 hours a day. He wanted to do 30 minutes or less several times a week. The counselor was a guy. It was kind of awkward. The counseling didn’t work because his lack of initiative to stick his dick in my guts ended up with me sticking his friend’s dick in my guts. I knew the marriage was over. At least it was for me. I ended up living with his best friend for almost a year after we split up. His best buddy never lost interest in breeding me, but I just found someone who could do it better. He wasn’t happy about that at all. I would have stayed with him if he could have learned to share, but he wasn’t having it. Oh well, he took me from my ex, and someone else took me from him. What goes around cums around…on someone else’s dick.
Where’s Rob’s dick when I need it? Fuck. I know I had to cancel on him when I wasn’t feeling well but fuck…I need that fat cock to resize me…like yesterday. I feel too tight. Here’s a weird thing. Even though it’s not super comfortable, and sometimes painful, I’m getting hooked on the stretched-hole state he leaves my asshole in. I like the way he gapes my pussy…I like it a lot. But my ass, that is on another level. And it lasts for days. I can’t even use a butt plug several days later because it just falls out. I know. You're thinking this chick is messed up in the head. Maybe I am, but I’m too old to care. I like what I like, and it just so happens that I like walking around feeling and knowing my ass would be way too stretched for most men. That old saying, “Is it in yet?” pops into my head, and knowing that would be a true statement makes me leave wet spots in my shorts. Now that I have worked Ryan into a position where I can start getting him to do things he isn’t comfortable with, I want him to slip his dick in my ass after Rob opens it up and laugh at him because I can’t feel it. Holy moly. I like that so much that it makes my chest feel funny.
Regarding Ryan. I hate it when people text you 50 times before you even answer the first one. Ryan…jeez. One after the other. The last ones came in around 4 am this morning. Up all night texting me stuff. I haven’t even read them yet. I’m sure he thinks I “broke up” with him. That’s kind of hard to do when we were never really a thing. Fuck buddies. That’s about it. What’s the good news in all of this? I own this guy now. He has shown his hand. He will be lucky if I don’t make him fuck himself with a dildo while I watch. Which now that I said it…I kind of want to see it. It’s so delicious to watch the shame on a man’s face when he degrades himself in front of me while I watch and rub one out. Especially when I know they don’t want to do it, but they can’t stop themselves…they need me to touch their dick that badly. Like I said yesterday, he’s an addict; I’m his drug and his dealer, and that is exactly how I want it to be. The good news for him is that if he’s a good Brooke addict, he will get what he wants and needs. The bad news is the price he will have to pay to get it. I have finally found a spot for Ryan in my life…hope that makes him happy.
Someone asked me why I don’t go to conventions anymore or hang around with porn people. One, I’m way past my time on being relevant in those kinds of things. I am yesterday’s news. Not too many relevant people want to hang out with me. Two, I’m not really a porn people person. They aren’t thrilled with me, I’m not thrilled with them. It’s nothing personal. I just have different views on life. I am uninterested in hanging with people who drink, medicate, or smoke; way past the point where I’m comfortable with being around. That right there kicks me out of the cool club crowd. I don’t care what they do…I just don’t want to be around it. It never looks fun, and I have never seen anyone at their best when they are hammered on whatever it is they choose to use, drink, or smoke. You end up babysitting half the time when you’d rather be grinding dick. I find hanging around with the average Joe/Jill is way more exciting. Plus, listening to porn people is repetitive. I know what they are going to say because I have done it. We have nothing exciting to tell each other. It’s not interesting anymore. I’d rather hear about the time someone was working under a house and ran into a badger. I heard that last week. I still laugh about it. And I enjoy telling adult stories to people who are truly excited to hear them, so there’s that.
Like a dummy, I rubbed one out when I was driving today. I dropped someone off at the airport in Orlando, and that’s about an hour’s drive each way. I was thinking about Ryan, the drive was boring, and I haven’t cum in a few days, so I pulled my leggings down and went to town. No problems driving, no close calls, and even when I came, all was good. The driver assist is awesome for those exact situations. I’m just saying. The problem was, and I know better, that every time I rub one out before I fuck…it’s harder for me cum when I finally get a dick slipped inside of me. Which is exactly what happened when Ryan put his dick in my guts. He fucked me for 30 minutes in every position…I just couldn’t get it done. I wanted to. It felt fantastic, I just couldn’t cross the finish line. I never fake an orgasm. I think that’s stupid. If I’m fucking, it’s for one reason…to cum. I don’t do mercy fucks, I don’t do “This should make him like me.” fucks. I fuck to have an orgasm…and so do you. So why lie about it? I finally asked him to cum inside of me, and he did, and he seemed to have a great orgasm. He pumped my hole full of jizz, pulled out, and it leaked out of me on his bed. We hung around in the bed for 15 minutes talking, and his dick started getting hard again. He wanted to fuck my ass. I said he could, but I wanted him to eat me out first. He said no problem, right after I washed my box out. I said I want him to eat my pussy even though it was still sloppy from his cum. He declined. So, I declined to let him fuck my ass. We were at a stalemate. So, I said I had to go, and he said dumb stuff like, “Don’t be like that.” And I replied, I won’t be if you lick your cum out of my box. I probably should have been more diplomatic about it, but I was tired from the drive, and I knew I could get Scott to lick it for me if I was still in the mood when I got home. I did leave even though I was pretty sure he would have relented and tasted his own sperm by sticking his tongue in my cunt. But it’s time to let him know…I have options. And so does he. But let’s be honest…the guy left his wife for me. I didn’t ask him to…he just did it. He’s an addict, and I’m his drug. So, let’s just take away his fix and see what happens. I already know. He texted me and asked me to come back, he would lick me clean. But I declined. I went home, and knowing I could have had Ryan eat his own cum made me horny again. Plus, I didn’t cum from Ryan fucking me. I was a loaded weapon. So, I had Scott eat whatever was left of Ryan’s testicle juice that was still inside of me and then had him jerk off and eat his own sperm out of his hand while I rubbed one out. And success. I came hard. Super intense. Sometimes the second cum is wildly severe, and it was this evening. Ryan has texted me a dozen times. I haven’t answered them. I will go later tonight, and I’ll set something up. Maybe tomorrow. However, his punishment for not doing what I wanted today will be he will cum on my tits and eat his jizz off them while I watch. I like this new chapter in our relationship. It’s going to be fun.
I know a lot of you don’t like it when I make guys eat their nut. I’d say sorry, but I’m not. It’s my thing. It’s been my thing for 30-plus years. It’s not going away. I do get it, though. The good news is, it’s not my whole existence. I like a good load in my ass, pussy, belly, just as much. I am not a one-trick pony. But I get in moods, and when I’m in a mood…only certain things are going to satisfy me. Tonight, it was having a man taste sperm while I watched. Tomorrow, it will probably be something else…or maybe it won’t. I never know.
Good morning you sexy ass stack of hard dicks, rise and grind as they say. So many people sending me well wishes, which is cool, but I don’t wake each day thinking I’ll act like a pussy and wallow in my misery. I wake each day thinking I’m going to use my pussy to make someone’s hard cock my bitch. Let the games begin. Yes. I feel better, not all the way but good enough to fuck Ryan so hard he will transform into a sniveling little troll begging me to touch his cock again. And I might do that if he is willing to lick his own sperm out of my pussy. Today is the day I officially start making Ryan my errand bitch. I think he will like it. How long will it take? I don’t know, but what I do know is it will happen. Sounds fun. At least it does for me. He has been my sexual equal for too long. Time to push him down the pyramid of sexual equality till he is at a level I find acceptable.
I caught Scott on his phone last night. He was on it for 2 hours before I said something. He is sitting in his chair, staring at his screen. I asked him if he wanted a hand job. He immediately said yes. I told him he should have asked me an hour and a half ago. I would have jerked the sperm right out of his balls. Seriously I would have. So, no hand job for him. I’m trying to condition him to be more present with me and not his phone. It’s starting to annoy me the amount of time he stares at his phone. It’s not even porn which would make me feel better if it was. But I must remember that we all are not the same and like-minded. I always have something I want to do. Be it slipping your dick in my guts or figuring out how to cut concrete with a saw. It is one of the main reasons I never wanted to drink or do drugs. I have stuff I want to do, and getting high gets in the way of that. And I know that part of me annoys him. I am a never-ending project. Still, I can’t help it. Watching him sit there and flip through his phone all night is like nails on a chalkboard. Maybe I’m just needy…an attention whore, but whatever it is, I just can’t help it. It bugs me. I’m oversharing. I’ll stop. It’s weird, I see all of you as a single person when I write these things. Like I’m talking to my best friend. I’m still oversharing. Anyway, I have to run someone to the airport, then start working on turning Ryan into the sexual bitch I now want him to be, and then I’ll get back on and let you know how that goes!
Something to think about tonight...think what it would feel like to have my clit on your tongue...then think about rolling it around on your tongue...do that correctly and I'll reward you with some girl jizz.
I feel like I need to say this. The only person who ever posts anything, answers your messages, is me. Good old Brooke Tyler. I don't know how other profiles are run, the ones I have subbed to have literally sucked. I'm not paying anyone to have them answer me and I'm not paying anyone for content I feel like I have already paid for when I subbed in the first place. So, I have no idea what you guys have run into on here but rest assured...if I post something, answer a message or do anything else on here...it's me. No management group, no boyfriend, no husband, just me. I wouldn't let anyone near my account. They'd fuck it up and I'd be one ticked of hombre. Just saying.
Hello everyone. Kind of a slow night. I'm feeling kind of alright, so hopefully, by tomorrow, I'll be 100%. Been flipping through porn. Got into a video with Brandi Love and and a BBC. Caught me just right. I had to rub it out thinking about it. It reminded me of a guy I used to fuck in Arizona. I used to wrap my legs around him, kiss him and feel his huge dick slide in and out of me. He had a fat cock, so my pussy lips would grip his cock and stretch with every stroke he made inside of me. I kept him that way until he came and he would always sink his cock balls deep in me and pump sperm way deep inside of me. Deep so that my body would kind of drink his cum up. Absorb it in a way. Guys with long cocks can get the head of their dick deep enough inside of me so when it pumps cum, it's basically in my cervixs. I'm aware there is an added s. I kind of wish I didn't watch it. Now I have it stuck in my mind and I don't want to jinx myself and overdo it and prolong my....I don't what to call it. I'm not sick but I'm not right either. But it's much better. The problem is now I want to rub another one out again, but I'm worried if I do, it will wear me out and keep me feeling this way longer than it should. I'm superstitious that way. I'm trying to hold out because I can still get with Ryan if all is good tomorrow. I'm really wanting to feel Ryan in me right now so I just need to hold off. Easier said than done. You probably know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I just wanted to check in with you and see how the night was going. Catch up with you later.
Sometimes I make things so hard...they crack. Nothing sexy about this pic other than fact that I, alone, tore this bathroom down to studs...not the kind of studs that can pump me full...but studs all the same. Anyway, that the crack. Boo hiss on the cast iron pipes.
This video was made 1 year ago. I think my biceps have made big gains since then. You be the judge. Take a look at this video, blow a load of cum, then go look at one of my new ones from last week and see if you can see the difference. Then blow another load on that one...if you think you have it in you!
Good morning, everyone. I was supposed to be going out with Ryan today and getting myself pumped full of sperm, but I found myself not feeling so hot. I’ll be fine, so no condolences are required. So, no new stuff, as in just taken today. The good news is I have plenty of old stuff that will still be new stuff to keep you busy. So, hopefully, your dicks are hard, and your balls are full, and you will empty them in my honor! I’ll keep posting, and hopefully, tomorrow, I will be back to never-seen-before new stuff as I am not a fan of recycling material, but sometimes you just have to do it.
Sorry about the no-show yesterday; as I mentioned before, I was a little under the weather. I think it’s mold. Found mold in my bathroom. It’s all okie dokie, I got rid of it but there were lots of it. You have these things. I found a cracked cast iron pipe that ran into the ground under the foundation that was leaking. How long, I have no idea. The good news is, I have mold coverage and all that happy stuff on my homeowners. The bad news is they don’t cover the actual cracked pipe. It’s all good. I’ll figure it out. I’ll put some pics up of it for anyone who is interested in that type of stuff.
Good morning. Feeling pretty good today. Tony did a nice job of using me as his own personal pump and dump Mom yesterday. I liked that. I was practically begging him not to pull out. It was good because when he came, it was deep. Deep to the point that inside of me, I can almost feel his cum getting absorbed in my guts. If I could get knocked up...he would have pumped one in me yesterday. Like I said, it was good. That good. Still thinking about it this morning. So much so I pussy checked myself to see if I was still leaking Tony's shame gravy out of my box. I wasn't. I wish I was, though.
Legs. No, I didn't forget the legs. I do what I can. I have some limitations that prevent me from doing any heavy hitting on them. It requires surgery to fix it, not great odds it will solve it, and I don't really care that much about it. So...no surgery. I do what I can, and it's enough for me. Lately, I have been backing off because I was starting to get somewhere, but I was also starting to have trouble with my back, and that interfered with fucking. It's hard for me to get a really good cum when my back hurts. So that ended. And as usual, so did the uncomfortable back pain. I do what I can. I can still grip your dick like no one else, so keep that in mind!
I fucked Tony all day long at his apartment. From noon till 6 PM. 4 times. Two loads in my pussy, one in my mouth, and the last one dribbled what was left in his testicles on my leg. Not in that order except for the last one. I’ll get into it tomorrow. I got 3 orgasms out of it myself. One amazing one, the first one, the other two were good but they weren’t that first one. Not for lack of effort. Sometimes, when you chase a repeat to that big O, you just don’t catch it. I wanted it bad, though. So much so that I went home and masturbated but goofed that up on my own with a bad choice of porn. Hence, my next paragraph. Read on if you dare.
Never not once, have I ever had sex with anyone, be it solo, in a group, or whatever, and had it resemble porn. If people acted and made ridiculous sounds like they do in porn…. I would probably punch them in the pussy/cock or whatever they have and then leave. Porn is over the top. They tell you to do and say stupid things, and that’s okay. It’s porn. It’s stupid. It’s also wildly sexy, so I can put up with the stupid. Why am I telling you this? Because I just watched two hot chicks that were both so annoyingly overacting so poorly, I had to click off it. They were so hot, but it was so obvious they were there for a paycheck. Two guys were fucking each one of them on a table. The fake sounds of sexual ecstasy ended up being nails on a chalkboard. I have fucked in rooms, in real life, with lots of couples. Sometimes 15 or 20 people in the same room. Never, not once, did anyone make the ridiculous noises or say the dumbest things as they do in porn. We fucked. We got off, and all were happy. No over-the-top screaming, no over-the-top moaning, just normal stuff with people who like to fuck. We made sounds and said things that people actually say and do when they are getting fucked properly. Though…I did once fuck a guy whose wife was fucking my date at a swing club who kept yelling, “Fuck me, Daddy!” It made me laugh. I couldn’t help it. Her husband was getting annoyed with me, but sometimes you just can’t stop laughing. It might have been because she was 15 years older than he was. “Daddy” seemed kind of far-fetched.
So, if you got this far. There is more to the above story. My date, the “Fuck me, Daddy” guy fucked her good. He pumped a load in her guts as I properly trained him to do to me. Fast forward some months, and he ended up being a “Daddy.” That’s right. He fucked her so good he pumped a baby in her guts. But wait…there’s more! It’s kind of an in-reverse type of thing. The other couple was black…my boy toy who pumped the baby all up in her…white as white can be. Not only were they in their 40s, but they were also now going to have to explain what ended up being an obvious mixed-race baby. Yep, they had the kid. On top of that, my boy toy wanted to be part of the kid’s life. And he did just that legally. He showed me pictures of their beautiful, very light-skinned daughter. How did it end up? I don’t know. There was a lot of tension between the three of them. It all got a bit weird and awkward, so I bowed out. I had zip to do with it. One would think if you were going to fuck a stranger raw then one might want to take measures to prevent an unexpected kid. Who knows…maybe that’s what they wanted.
Tony looked good today. He looked even better with his dick inside of me. I look good with mid 20’s cock pushing my insides around. I’m just saying. I came really hard. I mean really hard. It felt like an electric charge was hitting me. It was very good. It was so good I was exhausted after I finally finished cum cramping. I don’t know if that ever happens to you, but when I cum really hard, my whole body tightens up like a cramp. I just wish I could blow sperm like guys do. Seems like the ultimate release.
Tony’s dick is bigger than I thought it was. It’s probably 7 inches and somewhat thick. It looks strong. Manly. Full of veins. It stretched my ass damn good. Uncomfortable at first, but once he got his groove on, I was sinking his dick in my butt balls deep, and that’s what set me off on that super hard orgasm. When a dick goes deep like that in your colon, things move around, and as uncomfortable as it sounds, it’s super enjoyable, and if I touch my clit…it’s on. Which I did, and I damn near killed myself from cumming by doing so. If I got to go…that’s how I want to go! Anyway, he doesn’t cum that much, though. It's kind of weird because he has super round baseball-sized testicles. Seems like they would be full of nut. I must have played with them for ten minutes. He shaves them smooth, so they are fun to lick and suck. He pumped his load on my belly…we were ass fucking in the missionary position. I’m starting to be a fan of that. I like to see the look in their eyes when they bottom out in my guts. It’s a mixture of shock and awe.
Update. Tony did break up with his girlfriend. She cheated on him. I said, “So what? Who cares. Were you going to marry her or something?” He got quiet. I was like, “Oops. You were going to ask her to marry you, weren’t you!” He said he was thinking about it. I explained to him she wasn’t your property. She can fuck whoever she wants when she wants…. but so can you. He said I had a warped sense of reality. Oh well, you can’t win them all. It’s bad news for him. His chick is taking another man’s sperm in her belly, and I’m sure that stings. Good news for me…I’m taking Tony’s dick in my guts once again. I missed the goofy bastard.
I have another subscriber on here who lives in Daytona that wants to be my video fuck buddy. I so miss having a video fuck buddy. They are awesome. What is a video fuck buddy? We hang out as often as we can, and we fuck. We will film it and share it with you. That is a video fuckbuddy. I have my fingers crossed! I enjoy video fuck buddies to no end. So did my past fuck buddies.
Getting ready to do the slip-and-slide with Tony here in a bit. He will slip his dick inside me, and I will slide up and down on it until it gets motion sick and heaves its balls empty inside of me. Then when his dick is feeling better, I will see about slipping it in my ass and giving it a case of the dry heaves if there is nothing less in his balls. So it should be a good afternoon for both me and Tony's dick.
