I'll suck a dick in front of 100 people in a strip club, and my pussy will be pouring girl jizz while I'm doing it. But...pose for a fully clothed pic in Home Depot...I get the heebei jeebies. Weird huh? I think the old "There is a time and place for everything" wisdom makes me pause. Home Depot is not the place. Strip clubs... let's put 20 dicks in me with everyone watching and with the lights on. Respect is not pushing my likes, interests, hobbies, or whatever on people. Sure, I can pose clothed any way I want in Home Depot as long as I have the bare minimum clothing, but that's disrespectful. Not to Home Depot but to the other people. Even though some would love it, others would definitely not be thrilled. I respect that. It's not that important for me to take sexy pics in Home Depot. In fact, it's kind of stupid. I go there to find the cheapest way to fix my house. Taking almost nude pics is not on my mind. Though it was yesterday, still, I couldn't do it. I do want to set the record straight. I will do things in public areas. But it almost always is in a setting where it's expected or accepted.
Furthermore, my dressing style is not subject to being disrespectful. I wear what I wear, and as far as I'm concerned, it's over the top. So fuck anyone who doesn't like the way I dress. Which is a lot of people.
I have had several boyfriends who were uncomfortable with how I dressed even though I met them dressed in the same fashion style. "Don't you think that's a bit much?" "Maybe you should tone it down a bit." If those words are muttered out of your mouth, then we were not meant to be. If I embarrass you or make you uncomfortable, that's on you. You obviously thought it was okay when we met. What makes you think I'm going to change because now we're a thing or fucking? I'm not. I like Ryan more and more because he wants me to wear things when we go out that even I won't wear in public. It's the thought that counts, though!
I get spoiled with premium cock, so I don't want to waste my pussy on Scott's cock. Therefore, when he wants to fuck I say no and then break out the dildos and fuck myself if one of my premium studs isn't around to breed me. It bugs Scott, but he's popping a tent in his pants, so it can't be all that bad. Just saying.
I finally got a new pedi for all you foot lovers 😉 and I went Turkey shopping...wow, it's hard to find a big boy so I had to go with two smaller ones, guess that's not always a bad thing 😜 Well, just thought I'd share my afternoon with you all😉 I hope you're all having a great day. Catch you later!
I had a day yesterday. I spent most of it with Bob's dick slipping around inside of me. It's so long and fat it's stupid. He has altered my pussy so much I like to think he owns it now. We fucked, Bob pumped cum in me. He watched TV while I sucked his dick hard again. He pumped more cum inside of me. I made some food, and Bob let me suck his dick in the kitchen until he fed me some sperm. It took me a half hour to get the sperm out of his balls. I wish it would have taken an hour. Then we lay in my bed, and he put his cock in my guts via my asshole. He did it right. He took his time. His cock is huge. It was very uncomfortable, almost painful; at times, it was. But I wanted it. I wanted to feel his entire 9, probably 10 inches snaked up in my guts. I guess maybe a gay guy can relate, but that feeling of long fat cock touching places inside of you it's not supposed to feel as it slips and pushes its way in is almost indescribable. So when Bob's balls were squished tight against my pussy and his dick was deep in my colon, rearranging the position of things in my guts...I had the orgasm of my life. I felt...I don't know...full. Like, I ate way too much but different somehow. His dick literally made me feel heavy. It was uncomfortable, but it was also pure pleasure at the same time. Very weird but very good. I'm telling you...it was the cum of my life. The one I have been chasing for years. I bet it lasted a minute or longer, and that initial intensity I get when I first start cumming...it never subsided. I thought I'd never say this. My orgasm was so intense it became uncomfortable. I guess because I scared myself a little because it lasted so long. Now, I want to do it again and make it last twice as long. The only problem is the man who can turn my body into an orgasm-wrecked cock tunnel the way he did is married and unreliable. After the way he made me cum yesterday...I am so hoping his wife leaves him. He won't leave her, so my only hope is she dumps him. But if he's making her cum like he did me yesterday....no hope of that. Fuck, I came so hard yesterday. I woke up today completely forgetting I was married. In fact, I just remembered that I was. The good news is he texted this morning and said we need to do it again soon. Maybe Sunday. I hope so. I really do.
One thing I have learned is guys are shocked at how powerfully, as in strength-wise, I can work their dick. Working out strengthens muscles in your body you don't even know you working on until they start gripping a dick that slipped inside you with them. I can squeeze and pull a dick inside me, and I can push it back out. I had Ryan lay down last week, and I slipped the head of his cock in my cunt about 2 inches. Just enough so the head was up inside me. Then I went to work squeezing and pulling and pushing. I jerked his cock off with my pussy. It was awesome. He came pretty fast but so did I, so we were square in the cum department. I do it to Bob as well when he's fucking me. He complains I grip his dick too hard. Not that it hurts, but because it makes him cum too fast, and he wants to take his time. Connor used to complain about that as well. Scott, when I let him put his dick in me, I make sure I put a tight squeeze on it. That way, he cums in like 30 seconds, and I don't have to deal with him anymore. I should stop doing it, but it feels so so fucking good I can't. The harder I squeeze a dick, the harder I cum. Ryan will go out of his way to fuck my asshole, so I can't do that to him. He likes to go for 10 minutes or so before he pumps cum. Says he can't do that when I squeeze him with my cunt. Like Bob, he wants it to last. Ryan is different, though. He wants me to say specific things before he comes. He wants me to tell him I'll leave Scott for him. That I'm the only dick he needs. He likes me to tell him I want him to breed me and pump a baby into my guts. Which is a win-win because I like saying those things, so it's all good. I guess my point is it feels too good to jerk a cock off with my pussy to stop. If you want a wet, soft squishy fuck, I guess find a soft, plump chick. I'm going to Boa Constrictor your dick with my pussy, whether you like it or not.
Sometimes the smell of dick makes my head spin. It just does. I can't stop it. I wouldn't stop it even if I could. It's so strong that when I do smell it, I turn into a dick-devouring monster, almost like a Jekyll and Hyde thing. Once I feel or taste the sperm, it's like an antidote, and I get my head back. But up to that point...watch out. I know it's just instinct, but it's amazingly powerful yet wonderful at the same time. I'm just saying.
Lots of great pics are being sent my way. I appreciate that. Remember, I do like to see your face and body...but dick videos with cumshots are my preference, so if you are willing, I would love to see them. I'm just saying. Don't send me photos of someone else's dick. The odds are I have seen that same photo a hundred times before, and as big and attractive as that dick seems to be...yours would be so much better.
Some asked me if I was confident about myself and my abilities. Look, I'm so optimistic about myself that if I were to go after Moby Dick, I'd bring the Tatar sauce with me. Why? Because I don't care if I don't win, succeed, get it right on the first try, or whether or not I look good doing it. I'll get it right sooner or later. That's all I need to know. I fail a ton. My saving grace is that I don't care about money other than what is required to survive, and I don't quit even when I lose. Then again, I realize that I'm not doing life-or-death things. Not worrying about life-or-death situations makes things a whole lot easier. I would suspect my confidence level would fall significantly if bullets were being fired at me.
Yep, Ive been absent today. I got some posts up but not answering messages. Had to fill in and do some babysitting today so got what I could. I'll answer all of you tomorrow so bear with me!
If you are going to cheat, make it all better by emptying your husband's balls. That's what I do. When he gets upset that I'm opening my legs for another man and letting him rearrange my guts with his cock...I give him a handjob. I don't fuck him. If I wanted to fuck him, I wouldn't be cheating now, would I? I give him some head and a handjob and tell him it's okay, even though he's not my number 1 guy...I still love him. Works every time. Except this time, I put a condition on the mercy release I would provide him. He had to let me film it and say whatever I wanted. So here it is. It's long and probably boring, but it's an actual real situation. It might give you a little glimpse into my life as it happens.
Here are 34 pics to keep you busy. I have a busy day. I've already sucked Tony off, I have Bob at 1 today, and then I have to deal with my husband after that. I was supposed to tell him when I made dates, and I haven't told him about either because I'm not a fan of that. He needs to understand my pussy doesn't belong to him. I can do with it as I please. Doesn't matter. He knows about Bob, but he thinks it is tomorrow. When he sticks his tongue in my gaped-out cum slick pussy tonight...he'll find out. Tony, even I didn't know I'd be tasting fresh thick cum this morning. That was a pop-up draining that wasn't on the schedule. Funny how I go through dick dry spells, and then I suddenly have more dicks in me than I can count. It sounds like I'm whining about this, but it is anything but. I'm not passing any dick up anymore. If it's available, it will be inside me one way or another.
I need to set up days where all I do is troll for dick. As in, get all dolled up, walk around stores, and see who I can find. I need like another 4 to 5 guys to put on my rotation. As a whole, my fuck friend circle is great except for one thing. They are not able to make their dicks available to me on a reliable basis. Some have absolutely no say in the matter. Connor. He's in the Army in Georgia. Paul, he went gay. The others, though, let me down as much as they don't. I get it. They have jobs, and some have wives. So, my answer is to add more studs to the stable. If I can do that, I'll have better odds. So time to hit Target, Home Depot, Walmart, and the Outlet Mall. Places like that. Just see who I run into. I think I'll start trolling for cocks Friday. See what happens. I'd do it earlier, but I have Ryan tomorrow, and Tony is off all day Thursday, so I should be busy getting cum pumped in my belly for the next few days. Yay for me 👍🏻
As promised. Cum dripping from my asshole. Tony dropped by again this morning with one of those micro SD cards. I told him he could have emailed it. The files weren't that big, but he said he tried, and it didn't work. Then he asked for a blowjob for bringing it. I said no. I told him I don't play leverage games to give blowjobs for something he has and I want. He gave me the card and started to leave. I stopped him and sucked his dick until I had the contents of his testicles in my stomach. I said next time, ask...don't try extorting me to get his balls emptied. He said he understood. This guy is always one step away from losing his privileges for using me and my asshole as his sperm dump. I would have gladly sucked his cock. I thought about it the second I opened the door and saw him standing there. He's 23 years old, he's good-looking, of course I was going to offer. But when he tried to hold that SD card back, it was a mood killer. Not enough to stop me from sucking the cum out of his balls in the end but close. Hopefully, he learned a lesson. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go to my bedroom and replay the events of me sucking Tony's cock in my entryway while I rub one out. Catch you in a bit.
I listened to a girl cry and tell me how her stepping out on her boyfriend was an accident. She didn't mean to do it. I casually informed her that her cheating wasn't an accident. Falling off your bike is an accident. Tripping over the curb is an accident. You don't "accidentally" fall onto a hard dick and empty the contents of the attached testicles into yourself. I'm just saying. Cheating is a choice. A good one, if you ask me
Cum pouring from my asshole. Yep. That's what these pics are all about. The video of the cumshot will be up later. It is a bit hardcore for some, but for others... they are all about it. Anyway, talk about the devil, and Tony shows up. Go figure. He just pumped a load into my asshole. It feels good to be bent over, panties pulled down, and ass fucked by a 23 yr old. It feels even better when that 23-year-old cums in your guts without asking. Like he owns it. I like that. Hard to explain, but I really like that. Subservient to a 23 yr old. That's what life is all about, folks. I did get off pretty fast. Probably 2 or 3 minutes is all it took. I used my little vibrator while he tunneled my insides with the head of his dick via my colon. I'm glad I came before he did. I couldn't help it though. When I felt his balls smashing up against my pussy it triggered my orgasm. Nothing I could do about it. Even if I could have stopped it, why would I? The only thing better would have been cumming right after he pumped his balls dry in my rectum. The problem is that most guys pull out seconds after they finish. I need another minute or two to feel the jizz work its way around the walls of my asshole and slicken the dick up inside me. That makes me cum. But hard to do when that dick has already slipped out, leaving my asshole puckering up, waiting for more. So good thing I worked an orgasm out before he worked one out of himself because after he came, I heard his cock make a popping noise as he pulled it out. And I watched it in a matter of seconds deflate. I have pics, so I'll put them up with this post. I have a video, but I have to get it off of his phone. Always an issue getting stuff off of phones. It's the cum shot as well. I asked him if he would video with me, and he said there was no chance. The bastard.
Who wants to be faithful? My answer to whether I would ever be loyal to my husband. No. I don't see it being a thing. Why would I be faithful? I am so happy with being unfaithful; why in the world would I want to only fuck my husband when I can get new and better dick. It's easy being a girl. I don't have half the worries. Specifically, I don't have to worry about stress or anxiety causing my dick to struggle to get hard. It simplifies the want and need to chase and have as much dick as humanly possible. Being faithful doesn't fit into that scenario. Anyway, my husband isn't even close to being enough dick. Bob is enough. He's the only one. He makes my holes unusable for Scott, and I like that. Ryan, he's close, but I'd cheat on him as well. Paul, no go. I turned him gay. Tony, I don't see him anymore. But if I did, I'd cheat on him immediately. Connor, I fucked his friend in front of him...so yeah, I'd cheat on him as well. Mostly because he lets me. Again, Bob. He has the cock to keep my pussy dick free from other men. But Bob doesn't want me like that. He just sees me as a walking fuck toy with multiple holes to stick his dick in when he feels like it, and that's good enough for me. So no, being faithful isn't in my future.
Am I natural? Obviously not. I take 1/10 of a CC of Test every week. Did that grow my clit? A little bit, but even when I was not on Test, it was big. Like Bob, though he ended up with a perfect dick, I was blessed with a big overactive clit. How did I get started on Test? Easy. I had a hysterectomy way back in my late 20s. They had pills they gave me for hormones. Then they were discontinued, and I got the shots with Test in it. It's called HRT, as in hormone replacement therapy. The side effect of that was it immediately changed my voice to deeper. Like instantly. I'm okay with that; I don't even care, nor did I ever. Once it changes, it's forever, so why worry about it? But years later, I figured I didn't need it, and I quit taking everything but the Test. Why? It was to replace my hormones and sex drive. My sex drive never went away. It's only become more robust and intense when I quit using everything except the Test. I can go back on them anytime, but why would I? Anyway, I still take 1/10 of a CC of Test every week, and though it's probably not enough to do anything, in my mind, it's helping my workouts. I don't want to end up like most of these chicks do, where their face looks like a dude. Let's be honest: most of them dry up and look like men facially wise when they pump too much Test into themselves. With that said, and this sounds silly, I want to increase my Test to 2/10s of a CC and see if I can make my clit bigger. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's a dick thing but for girls. I want a bigger clit. I just know it will be more sensitive, and I'll cum harder. Actually, I don't know it, but in my mind...that is what will happen.
So I fucked Bob. I let my desire to be bred by him take priority and almost skipped a planned get-together with Scott's family so that I could feel his cock inside me. But, I, the wife of their son, made it on time and sat the entire night with them, feeling the sperm from another man's testicles swimming around inside of me while we had a pleasant conversation. The thought made me so horny I almost went to masturbate in their bathroom. I didn't. But only because it would have taken too long. I had to deal with Scott all the way home. He was not in the best of moods due to my infidelity. But when we got home, I asked him what it was like to be in front of his family with his wife, whom he knew just opened her legs for another man and let that other man with a vastly superior cock feed my pussy with cum. It must not have been that bad because it didn't take long before he popped a tent in his pants. Good for him. He takes being cucked like a man. I let him pump his own nut into me, but only after he licked the aftertaste of Bob's cum out of me. Everything has a price to pay. Licking the remnants of Bob's sperm from inside me was his price to pay to put his own dick in me. I didn't cum. I couldn't feel him. But I came 2 minutes after he pumped his load in me. I rubbed one out, thinking about how Bob's cock could alter my holes and make them useless for him. Scott rubbed another one out into his hand, and you guessed it, he did as he was told and ate it for me. Being married is awesome!
Porn chicks. You never know what they will say next. Including myself. Several of them are talking about releasing violent offenders because 10 years is too long. My opinion of leaving them there was wildly unpopular. The theory is that they will be made worse by doing so, which may or may not be valid. Then, they all start bitching about how unsafe it is to walk alone in Los Angeles. You can't make this stuff up. The insanity of the 2020s is on full display.
That feeling when a cock makes its first push inside me... indescribably delicious. Is it as good for you as it is for me? Just asking for a friend.
2011 was a very fine year for getting dick. These photos were requested, and I actually found them. I have a total of 28 TBs of hard drives filled with this stuff. It ain't easy finding stuff. I should have kept better file keeping over the years. The guy who requested these, Tom, is a subscriber, and he actually took the photos back in 2011. Then I sucked his dick, drank his sperm, patted him on his balls, and sent him back home to his wife. He may or may not have wanted you to know this, but now you know the rest of the story. Anyway, Tom, it is good to hear from you again.
Bob was perfect today. He was still his usual asshole self, but his cock was in fine form today. We went back to my house, and he rendered me into a slab of fuck meat with his dick. It was amazing how hard he made me cum. I went full retard with his dick in me. He pumped me, turned my pussy into a loose tunnel filled with sperm, and left me on the bed to drain out. He only made me cum once, but as hard as anyone else has made me cum recently, they weren't even close to the orgasm I just had with Bob. I'm having a hard time typing this out because I'm still cum dopey. I'm exhausted as well, but in a great way. My pussy is so stretched and canyoned out it's slightly uncomfortable yet amazing at the same time. I thought we would fuck for a few hours, but he just wanted to open my legs, let him breed me, and be gone. 20 minutes tops. So I have time to go out with Scott and his parents. I will have to break down and put underwear on, or I'll dribble Bob's sperm all over the place. That's all I need, jizz from another man dripping down my thigh for everyone to see. I don't want to have to explain I have turned their son into my chore bitch and replaced him with an alpha male who calls all the shots because his dick is so much more useful than his. I will if I have to, but I don't think it will cum to that anytime soon. I kind of want to, though, if I'm being honest. I know it sounds evil, but mouthwatering delicious at the same time.
I am on my way to see Bob. Finally, I have been waiting to feel Bob resize my holes for what seems like forever. I was supposed to go out with Scott and his parents. That isn't going to happen. Bob's dick inside of me is what is going to happen. Scott is super upset because we made plans weeks ago, but I already said yes to Bob a few minutes ago, and I can't change my mind. I don't want to change my mind. Bob is more important than meeting the inlaws for dinner. I know it sounds terrible, but it is what it is. Scott should know this by now. I have told him if Bob ever asks me to leave him, I will. I wasn't kidding. He thinks because I don't like Bob that, he has some leverage. I will admit, I don't like Bob at all. I am, however, madly head over heels in love with his dick. And though I love Scott dearly, more than anyone else in the world, it's just not enough to keep me from Bob's penis. It's just too good not to have it breeding my holes every chance I get. I am always secretly hoping Bob gets caught by his wife and they split up. In my mind, I picture us moving in together and Scott moving out. Giving me access to the dick of my dreams 24/7.
I know I should be more respectful and thoughtful of Scott. But the truth is, when Bob fucks me, I forget I even know Scott. He doesn't exist anymore. Funny how that works. Shows you the true power of cock. It's so all-powerful I can't find the strength to say no to it. Scott shouldn't be upset about that. It's not his fault. He was born with the cock he has. I can't entirely agree that it is my fault, either. Just the thought of his dick makes me forget I'm married to Scott. I can't help that. It's just the way I'm wired. Besides, if Bob's dick were attached to Scott, I probably wouldn't have married him. I would need him to be my "backdoor man," so to speak. So, in Scott's case, it's good for him to be the beta cock in my life. Plus, even if I move Scott out and replace him with Bob...Scott will always be my go-to cleanup man. I'm just saying.
So, I got a breeding session in with Ryan. We fucked for 2 hours. It was good. I got off a few times. He got off 3 times. I call that a win-win for both of us. The butt fucking was really good. He takes his time, and I really appreciate that. Some guys just ram it in and hope for the best, but Ryan gets things nice and stretched and lubed before he slips his dick in my ass. A girl can cum quite nicely when it's done correctly. It was done properly, and I came quite nicely...in case you were wondering. One of the things I appreciate the most is when he cums in my ass and goes as deep in my guts as he can before he empties his balls in my colon. So it stays there. It doesn't just slip out when the head of his cock pops out of me. When it's deep inside of me, it lubes things up. Walking is like I have been greased up and ready to go. And it stays that way, which makes me horny all over again. I like that. His cum was still lubing my insides this morning. It's not anymore due to nature, but we won't get into that. Wait..that was too much information. Bad habit of mine.
Here's a strange question to ask me. "If you had magic powers and could shrink men's dick, would you?" I wasn't going to answer that, but I thought about it, and it revved me up a bit. Yes. I would. If I could reverse the shrinkage at will, I would shrink Bob's cock immediately. Into a tiny little pencil thin 1-inch cock with tiny little balls. And I'd leave him like that for a year to get the big dick attitude out of him. That way, he might appreciate what he has and not be such a douche nozzle all the time. The problem is, I don't know that I could last a year without his perfect cock resizing my holes. As it stands, getting my holes destroyed by his cock outweighs having to deal with his abrasive personality. But man, I would love to take that dick away from him to teach him a lesson. He's such a good-looking guy with such a big and perfect penis he can get away with whatever he wants. I would pay anything to see some hot chick's face when she pulls down his pants and sees a micro penis. His deflated dick would deflate his ego. Or at least that's my guess.
I told you I was making a porn. It's a real one. As in, it wasn't staged, set up, or scripted. We both came, which is quite obvious at the end he did. A big long rope of jizz. I like ropes of jizz. He didn't do bad for a 57-year-old, if you ask me. What you didn't see was him eating me out. I tried to video, but I got too into it and just put the selfie stick down I was using to film it with. Sorry about that, but when it's that good, it's just that good. Anyway, some video of me fucking. Just remember this...it could have been you if you lived locally here in Daytona!
I find this hard to believe. I was listening to a podcast, which was the first and only one I have ever heard, with other porn MILFs talking about the porn they made. All three of them said they don't watch their own porn. The first thing that came to mind is if that's the case...they didn't really want to make them in the first place. The first thing I did when I made porn was wait for it to cum out so I could watch it. I would set myself up in the bedroom with all my toys laid out and rub one out, trying not to cum until the end. I never let anyone watch them with me the first time. I wanted to be able to rewind and pause and just take my time. I still watch my own porn. I look at my photos as well. I have a few pictures of myself with Jeane Val Jeane that I look at and rub out, thinking about our time together. I make up scenarios that I wish would have happened. And I get myself while I'm doing it. I'll elaborate on him next. My point is, how can one want to make porn and not get a drenched pussy the second you see yourself getting pumped full of cock? The sex during the making of the porn usually sucks. It's watching it afterward that is the good part. I'm just saying.
On the subject of fucking around on your husband. I went to the AVNs back in like 2017. I was married at the time. He went along with me. We were having fun until I left him at dinner alone with everyone else while I was getting knocked up by Jean Val Jean. It wasn't planned, I just ran into Jean in the elevator, and before I knew it, I had his dick pushing my insides around. It was one of the most memorable fucks of my life. It wasn't just his dick. I mean, he has a premium cock and knows how to use it, so I'm not taking away from that. But knowing I left my husband with a dozen people who were all waiting and staring at him to see how he reacted because everyone knew I was taking a dick inside of me was incredible. I let Jeane have my pussy anyway he wanted to have it. He fucked me from behind, put me on top of him, then finished inside of me while he was making out with me missionary style. He made me his when he pumped his cum into me. I didn't care if I saw my husband for the rest of the week. I wanted to spend my time with Jeane, and I hinted around at that. That was a bit much for Jeane. He was fucking everything that walked, and I was okay with that. I would have happily licked his dick clean after he was done pumping some sluts pussy. But it didn't happen. So I went back to my husband with Jeane's sperm slipping out of me. He was upset. I didn't care. I was just happy to feel Jeane's jizz swimming around inside of me, desperately trying to impregnate me. It made me horny as fuck, and I ended up letting him eat my cum sloppy pussy, and the dummy had no idea he was eating sperm. Which, of course, made me cum harder than I did with Jeane Val Jeane. Still, I wish things would have turned out differently with Jeane. This is another story that isn't a story, just a replay of my twisted sexcapades. Anyway, I would have loved to have taken things to the next level with him. But it didn't happen, so that's that. But I'm not dead. I'm looking good, I'm feeling good, and my sex life is just hitting overdrive, so there will be some really happy dicks in my near future because I'm just getting started. I'll find another Jeane. Somewhere, somehow. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Poor Scott...he's in for a ride. Somehow me thinks he is going to do just fine.
One time when I was laying flat on the bed on my stomach while Jon Jon was fucking my asshole with his huge cock, I grabbed my phone and called my now ex-husband and told him how much I missed him. Not because I missed him. But because I got a weird but incredible thrill from conversing with my husband while I let a huge, beautiful BBC touch my insides. The thrill got even more intense when my husband started telling me how much he loved me and missed me at the same moment Jon Jon started spraying cum in my guts. I hung up on him because I started cumming as well. A few minutes later, with Jon Jons's cum dripping out of my butthole, I called him back and said I had a bad signal. Telling him that I loved him while another man's sperm was swimming inside of me made me hot all over again. So I sucked Jon Jons's cock hard and let it breed me again. Jon Jon was/is a black porn star I would hang with when I was in LA. I made a few videos with him. I was thinking about this because I just heard from my ex this morning via email. He never knew I was getting my asshole bred by a big black cock, and he still doesn't. However, you do. The fact that you know this, and he doesn't, makes me wet. I'm sure it always will. This story is based on actual events and is 100 percent factually correct...in case you were wondering.
Where do you like guys to cum the most? Is it on you or in you? If we are fucking...in me. Whether it's my ass or pussy, I want to have it in me. Please don't waste my time pulling out. We won't be fucking again if you do. What is the reason for my fascination with guys pounding sperm into my insides? Because I'm a chick. Nature made it our thing. Plus, there is no better feeling than hanging out with your husband and his friends, smiling and laughing with them, knowing that, unbeknownst to them, another man's jizz that you just cheated on him with is slipping out of me onto the chair.
TikTok is toxic. It's a trap. It's no good...no good at all. It's brilliant. It has been coded so well that it's hard to pull away from it. I spent an hour on it today, and I know better. TikTok makes makes you addicted to being stupid. So, no more TikTok for me. I only did 2 videos on TikTok, and that's all I'll ever do.
I watched a porn on Twitter today. Alexis Faux fucked some guy who looked hardly 18. It was boring, but I liked the age contrast. Then, he flipped her over, got her on her hands and knees and pumped her asshole. That's all it took for me. All I could think about was it was my ass getting pumped and this kid was now my new owner and would use me as he pleased whenever he pleased. And then I came. I saved it so I can cum again later. Just thought I'd share that. I wish Conner would cum home.
Helpful hint. If you bend a chick over and stick your dick in her ass, and she turns her head and gives you that slightly shocked and confused face...it's at that moment you know that you are now her owner. But, always bend her over. It makes us feel so...well...owned. There is nothing like that powerless feeling of being controlled by a man's dick when you are bent over and look back while he's pumping cum in your guts. Just saying.
I still feel like there's a pipe inside of my asshole that keeps it open. Pretty cool if you ask me. I looked in the mirror, and it seemed normal, but my buttplug still slipped in like it was too small yet. Yesterday, it took me about 5 minutes to work it in because it was so big. Today...zipped right in and right back out. I am feeling very...used. And feeling used like that feels very good. I wish I could feel this way every day. Life has a habit of getting in the way of achieving that goal. What an odd goal to want to achieve. Try telling that to a life coach.
Chatbots. AI. Not a fan. It's all the rage to answer messages now with chatbots. Don't worry. It's easy to spot. Unless it's just a single message they proof before it's sent, and that, my friends...makes no sense. If you will proof what a bot wrote...why not just write it yourself? Are you really that fucking lazy? By the time you have done all that...you could have just written the fucking reply and 20 others to boot. So, when you write me a message, here's what happens. I read it. I answer it. Rinse, repeat. Old school. Get to know your fans.
