Bob came in me last night and I realized how empowering that is to have a man empty his sperm inside me. I thought I would tell you that. As weird as it sounds, I ended up masturbating while pondering this thought this morning. It’s a powerful feeling knowing that my body has the power to make his cock surrender its cum to me. Amazing. The bonus is that just knowing this makes me cum when I feel his cock cumming. What a wonderful gift our bodies have given us. I need to stop now because I’m sounding like a hippie. My entire point here is that I love making guys dump jizz in my guts. It makes me feel alive.
I have a follower here on only fans who, oddly enough; I fucked way back when. I remember him. I remember fucking him. I don’t remember how many times or the details of it. We are talking about school days here. But he does. I do vaguely remember the story he was telling me about sucking him off in his parents’ car. But again, I don’t remember the details that he is pointing out. He was telling me about how he’s never gotten over the fact that I sucked him off twice and swallowed his jizz and then went back for a third round. He apparently told me he didn’t think he had another load left in him, but I told him, “I don’t care. I just like sucking your cock.” He said he had a third round in him after that. He says that he has never forgotten this and to this date is the all-time hottest thing that has ever happened to him sexually. He said I am the last chick he is ever been with that truly enjoyed sex more than he did. Look, I don’t remember this, but it sounds correct. Back in those days, I had a serious obsession with sucking cock. It’s all I wanted to do. Guys would get frustrated because they wanted to fuck and I would refuse because I just wanted my face fucked. Not sure why I was like that and though I’m not completely obsessed with it anymore, I still love looking up into a man’s eyes while he has his dick between my lips. Who knows? Who cares? I am pretty sure if there’s one thing I do that doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s sucking their dick. Even if it is an obsession, I would consider that a healthy obsession.
After Bob finished breeding me last night, I went out with my boyfriend to dinner. Man, I do so love holding my boyfriend’s hand and staring into his eyes as I listen to him talk, all the while another man’s jizz is swimming around in my guts. I don’t know why, but that fires my pussy up to the point of no return when I think about it. I did let my boyfriend jerk off on my tits last night and that was fun. I enjoy watching him jerk off. In fact, I wish he would do it more often. But he was a little self-conscious about it. He wants me to do it and I understand that. It always feels better when someone else is doing it for you. But I like to watch. It fascinates me the way guys have their own methods of stroking their cock off. It never gets boring for me. I do like guys to watch me masturbate. I like it even more if they masturbate while I masturbate. In fact, we should all just have one giant masturbation party. Anyway, I have to get back to putting up my redneck pool. I didn’t get very far yesterday as some things did not go quite as planned. Now I’m going to be working on my pool thinking about sucking dick and dudes jerking off, so it’s going to go even slower.
Catch you all in a bit.
Well, you do know how much I like taking pictures. With that said here is a shit ton of pictures I just finished taking! I got more to tell you all but I'm running way behind. I had more stuff go wrong today than is humanly possible yet somehow I achieved the complete meltdown effect without even trying. Never fear backup think it out and make more porn!
Yes just what you wanted to see the construction of my redneck pool. It's a doozy. 32 by 16 pure Hill-Jack aboveground swimming perfection at its finest. My only question is is why weren't you here helping me dig out my grass to make a flat spot?!
Connor got a little touchy that I let another guy empty his sperm inside me. I suppose that sucks. Though I’m not quite sure why any guy thinks my hole is exclusive to their cock. I’m certainly not asking their cock to be exclusive to my pussy, though I wouldn’t mind if they asked me to share a bit of that pussy they find on the side. But even if they didn’t, I certainly understand the desire to get fucked by someone new. Anyway, I’m trying to be careful with Connor because I really do like the way he makes me feel sexually, that is. I don’t want to run him off, but I’m certainly not going to deny myself additional penis when available. So we’re going to have to work out a compromise. He’s going to have to get comfortable with the fact that I will accept cum in my body from other men and if he finds another girl, I will be comfortable with him breeding her. Anyway, I kind of smoothed things over by simply wearing this outfit for him. He was mad for about two minutes and was making his case as to why he was mad when I interrupted him and asked him if he would like a blowjob? Comically, he tried to say no but he couldn’t help himself and before he knew it, I was removing another impossibly large load of jizz from his balls. He went home with a smile. So all is right in the universe. Enjoy the pics and let me know what you think. I’m posting up on BT34GG.com so watch for that. I will let you know when it’s up and I will talk to you in just a little bit!
Allowing an eighteen-year-old to have my ass to do with as he pleases is mentally exhilarating. That is the answer to the question: Why do I like Connor to fuck me in the ass so often? Questions? Look, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a giant perv and just the thought of an eighteen-year-old taking control of my ass and slipping his dick in my rectum is a huge part of my mental sex game. I even have a position I like to be in when he fucks me in the ass. That’s on all fours with my ass up in the air. Just knowing there’s an eighteen-year-old behind me using my asshole for his own personal cum dump isn’t just a turn on, it’s an obsession. A very delicious obsession in my book. Who cares anyway? It's my ass and I can do with it what I want and what I want is Connor’s cock dumping cum as deep in it as he can. There, that should answer the question. Moving on. Enjoy the new pics. I just took them. 😜❤️ let me know what you think.
Someone just told me they get their news from Twitter. Really? Twitter is a clown show. I don’t care who you listen to or what side of the story they may be on. If you’re getting your news from Twitter, then you have a lot bigger problems besides getting your news from Twitter. I’m just saying. I could be wrong, but I’m probably not. Is Facebook worse? I don’t know. I don’t get on Facebook. Sounds like it, though. Although I hear Elon Musk bought into Twitter, so maybe he'll change things around a little. Hard to say.
I got my Jeep back today. I wanted to suck my mechanic’s cock in his car, but he wouldn’t let me. He was afraid someone would see. He is annoying me with how concerned he is about getting caught. All I wanted to do was empty his testicles down my throat. Is that too much to ask for? God, I must’ve said it a billion times. I am completely uninterested in any emotional relationship with this guy or just about any guy right now. Maybe Connor. But I think that’s mostly a sexual turn on type thing. It turns me on thinking about holding in an eighteen-year-old hand as I walk into a restaurant where everyone knows me. They would all know I’m only with him for the eighteen-year-old dick. I digress, but fuck, that turns me on. The Jeep looks great, but my belly is empty. It should be full of sperm, but he was too much of a wussy to feed it to me. It gets so fucking hard to get laid sometimes.
A nineteen-year-old girl wants me to help her get into porn. I personally think a person should be twenty-one at the minimum before starting porn because it is a decision that will last a lifetime. I would shoot a porn every damn day if I could find the guys to shoot them with. But that’s me. I no longer want to make a porn for the studios as that’s just wear and tear on the body and it just isn’t fun anymore. Except for the interracial porn. And I also enjoyed Pure Mature. The rest were just mechanical machines trying to bust out as much porn as possible. So what am I going to do with this nineteen-year-old girl? She may be all talk with no walk. The thing is, I don’t want to send her to people that I know out of fear she’s going to leave a poor impression of herself which will carry over to a poor impression of me. I feel like she’s looking for a fast dollar. I think what I’m going to do is tell her she has to shoot a porn with me first. She has a boyfriend, so I’m not sure how into girls she really is. Do I find her attractive? Mildly. Not my body type. I like my girls more on the fit side and I’m probably not her type, either. I’ll let you know what happens with her.
He barely slipped the head in and I came so hard I made stupid faces and ridiculous noises. It was embarrassing. But the best part about being a woman is I can back up and do it again immediately. Which is what I did with Bob last night. Actually, I hit the trifecta, and I only had time to choose one of them. Everything just came together all at once yesterday afternoon. Connor, Bob, and my mechanic all decided at the exact same time that they want to do their best to pump a baby into me. It was a tough choice. I was really looking forward to a Connor cum shot special in my ass. I also haven’t fucked my mechanic in forever and I really did want to feel his cock in my pussy again. But then there was Bob. I knew Bob was going to give me a mind blowing orgasm or three. And I wasn’t wrong. His massive and perfect cock just sounded so appealing yesterday that I couldn’t turn it down. It really was an exciting fuck. He made out with me for like 15 minutes while fingering me and it was so good that I left wet spots on his couch. There is something about a guy shoving his tongue in my mouth while slipping his finger inside of me that just makes me gush girl goo. I remember back in school how messy and wet I would get when they would finger me to where it would concern the guys. It was just like that last night. Except Bob went down on me and gave it his best shot to clean me up with his tongue, but it was pointless because he simply just made me wetter. He then laid me on the bed and slowly slipped the head of his cock in me and left it there and boom. I came so hard I was worried I was going to pass out. I know it’s funny and all of that, but I can’t help it that I make goofy faces, say silly things, and produce weird noises when I come that hard. It doesn’t matter because orgasms like that are worth the embarrassment. I do feel kind of goofy that I came so hard simply from him slipping the head of his cock inside of me for about ten seconds. It also didn’t help that Bob laughed at me for a few minutes. I felt like the female version of a premature ejaculator. Oh well, shit happens and a good fucking trumps any embarrassment, so all was good. He got back to business and started long stroking me nice and slow. I got up on my elbows so I could watch my belly rise up and down as his cock slid in and out of me. I love seeing the outline of his cock in my belly as he fuck’s me. It is just sexy as fuck. That set me off again, and I came even harder than I did the first time. Bob got a little kinky last night and pulled out after I came the second time. He basically ordered me to kiss the tip of his cock and work the cum hole with my tongue. Of course I complied how could I not? The man has a magic penis! I probably did this for 15 minutes until he announced he was going to cum from nothing more than me kissing and licking the tip of his dick. Bob’s cum doesn’t fly. It just pours out. So I laid the underside of the heavy head of his cock on my tongue and worked it that way. He left me with a pretty big mouthful of jizz which he asked to see after he was finished. I showed him a mouthful of sperm and he asked me to swallow it. Duh, I was going to do that irregardless. So I drank it down happily. I then resumed serving his penis as I continued to kiss the head and lick the cum hole until there was no post cum drip left in his cock. His dick never went soft, and he told me to do the same thing again. There’s no way I could deny him that request, so I continued worshiping and serving his penis exactly as he requested. This time I fingered myself while I was doing it and it took about two minutes before I had another massive cum. Though not as strong, it was a good one. I spent another twenty minutes working the head of Bob’s cock, obeying every command he gave, and right before he came the second time, he pulled his dick away from me and told me not to touch it. His cock just started jerking around all on its own and poured out a second load onto my tits and the floor. He told me to clean it up, so I scooped the sperm off my tits and licked my fingers clean. He asked about the jizz on the floor I told him he was stupid and he needed to get a rag for that. Maybe if his floors were clean, and I hadn’t cum yet, I would’ve licked the floors free of his sperm. But I already had three orgasms and had plenty of time while I worked the head of his cock to recover from my fucked stupid condition. So he got some wipes and cleaned it up himself. Probably not the ending to the story that you want to hear, but it is what it is. Anyway, I know that Connor is mad at me, so I have to go across the street and see if I can’t smooth that one over. I will get with you in just a bit.
Today would be a good day for Connor to flood my guts with one of his incredible sperm blasts. But I can't find him. His car is gone and I know it's too early to be at work at KFC. The sneaky little bastard got away on me. Maybe I'll catch him tonight. I do have a shot, possibly at my mechanic. He seems to have settled down a little bit and showed some interest today. I know he is married and has a family and all of that, and I'm not out to screw that up for him. I just want his dick inside me. Repeatedly and often. I have no interest in anything else and nothing would make me happier than for him to fuck me properly and then leave me in a state of cummy mess and disappear back to his family until I'm ready for him to breed with me again. The only way he could ever get caught was if he ran his mouth. Or I suppose she could follow him or something silly like that, but the odds of that happening are about zero. I know this makes me a bad person in many people's minds. But the truth is they are willing participants and I'm not singling anyone out because they're married. I'm only singling them out because they look good and I want their dick. I don't care about anything else. Stick it in me, breed me, then leave me to drip dry until I'm ready to do it all again. That, my friends, is the perfect relationship in my book. I'm just saying.
Some guys just can't control whether or not their dick gets hard. That has got to be embarrassing. I don't mind if a guy gets a hard on in front of me. Apparently, a lot of other people do, but I find it to be a compliment. I know it is massively embarrassing to some guys if they get an erection in front of people. I think it's kind of hot. The poor guy at the Jeep place popped a woody and caught me glancing at the tent pole in his pants. I could see that he was visibly upset because his penis was saluting me without his permission. Tough cookies guys. Honestly, who really gives a fuck? Sometimes a person just gets turned on and is nothing anyone can do about that. If I was a guy, I would absolutely be proud of sporting a steel hard erection. In fact, that's all I be doing all day long is making sure my dick was erect. Oh, how I long for the chance to have an actual penis. The things I would do with it. I'm just saying.
Someone told me my life was a mess. I’m not sure why they felt the need to point that out. However, I feel like I am not the one with the life in disarray. In fact, I feel like I have lived a basically perfect life. If being sexually active, promiscuous, and into porn qualifies one for having a “mess” of a life, then I suppose the terminology fits. I suppose, under that definition, I would be a hot mess. But I would be one hell of a fun, hot mess. You know, like a train wreck except the train is full of pizza, fireworks, hot chicks, and glitter. Would I describe my life as a mess? I think that is the last way I would describe my life. How would I describe my life? Mostly, I think I am amazed that I was able to actually pull it off. I mean, I did exactly what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it and how I wanted to do it. I didn’t get rich, but I certainly didn’t go broke. I was never one to worry about the money. Truthfully, I was more into my lifestyle which includes a vast quantity of perverted sexual deviance. Somehow, I made it all work. So if one was to ask me whether my life was a mess, I would emphatically say no. In fact, I don’t know that there’s anything I would really change other than maybe I would’ve started on my sexual conquest lifestyle ten years sooner. I should’ve skipped the medical career altogether. I feel like I could’ve spent that time better.
Eating Cheetos and rubbing one out is tricky business, my friends. Especially if they are flaming hot Cheetos. I'm just saying.
Someone sent me an order of about ten glass dildos. And they are outstanding, so much appreciated, whoever that was. I will debut them today and for many weeks to come. However, I unpacked them in my kitchen and left them on the counter to go do something else that came up. I kind of forgot about them and one of my neighbors came by and I invited them in. For some reason, we walked into the kitchen and when I saw the look on her face, I realized the mistake that I had made. There really is no walking a situation like this back, so you just have got to hit it head on. So I simply told her a friend sent me the entire collection as a gift. She said that must be some kind of friend. I asked her she had any herself. She said no, so I asked her she would like one. Again, she said no. Things got a bit weird but only because dildo's in my kitchen apparently made her uncomfortable. I was personally fine with the entire situation and if I walked into a friend's house that had dildos spread out all over the kitchen, I would start talking details about which ones were her favorites and why. But then again, that is just me. I'm kind of curious as to what conversation she had with her husband after she went home. I'm positive my neighbors will be hearing about this as well. I'm good with that. In fact, I'm happy about that part. I like that kind of attention and notoriety. Especially when I show up to like a neighborhood gathering and I can feel the tension in the air as the thoughts of my dildo collection run through their head. I kind of own them . I enjoy owning them that way.
I want to cum inside you one more time, so tell him thirty minutes. That’s what Bob said last night when my boyfriend called and asked if I could come home. There was no way I was going to deny myself or Bob the opportunity to breed me simply because my boyfriend wanted me home. It ended up being quite a bit longer than thirty minutes because Bob emptied his testicles inside me two more times after that. I would’ve stayed the night if Bob asked me to. In fact, I wanted to stay the night, but I still have a little bit of pride left and said nothing when he didn’t offer. It’s not that I have lovey-dovey feelings for Bob, but I do have painfully strong feelings for our sex life. I had this deep desire last night to wake Bob up in the morning with the fat, spongy head of his cock in my mouth. I just had this incredible urge to drink the jizz from his cock in the morning and then just kiss him goodbye and go home. It probably wouldn’t have worked out that way. He didn’t fuck me in the ass last night, so I feel like I might’ve gotten a good anal lubing this morning. Anyway, none of that happened, and I got home rather late last night. Bob emptied his seed into me three times yesterday. It was amazing sex. Bob is understanding what his dick actually does to me. It turns me into a complete moron unable to think for myself to the point I have to be told what to do. Which is a role I happily accept because I absolutely love being his own personal brainless fuck toy. Which is exactly how he uses me. I’m nothing more than an assortment of holes for him to pleasure his penis and empty his sperm into. It’s absolutely amazing how good that makes me feel. As odd as it sounds, it means so much to me knowing that all I am to him is a cum dumpster. So much so that I swear if he told me to leave my boyfriend, it would happen immediately. I know there would be no actual relationship other than me blabbing incoherently while I beg for his sperm. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me, though. It must suck to be my boyfriend knowing that I value a load of sperm in my ass from Bob more than I do our entire relationship together. I can’t help it. I am who I am. Anyway, I’m going to start getting way off base, so I’m going to move on.
Here's something way off topic. I read all seven pages of the so-called “Florida don't say gay” bill. It looks good to me. I don't know what the problem is. Kids at that age have zero clue what sexual orientation is, nor could they give a rat’s ass about it. I've been a perv my entire life and I assure you when I was seven years old, the last thing I was thinking about was whether I wanted to be straight or gay. The other argument that was brought up to me is that gay teachers can no longer talk to the kindergartners through third grade about things that involve their spouses or their lives. Good. I never even knew my teachers first names, much less who they were married to it regardless of whether they were straight or gay. Teachers should never interject their lives into the education of students. At that age, the only thing they should teach them is the beginnings of how to read, write, and perform arithmetic. Discussing what you or your partner did that weekend has absolutely zero bearing on what these kids should be learning. But again, I'm just saying and I could be wrong. I doubt it, though.
Just getting warmed up for Connor. My butt hole is so looking forward to being damn near drowned to death with a gallon of his sperm here shortly. It's the little things in life that bring me such joy. Everyone is worried about money. I'm more worried about putting a smile on my face and a dick in my ass. Probably why I don't live in a mansion.
I am still with my boyfriend which seems amazing. The truth is, I really do like him so much more when another man has his cock buried in my guts. Yeah, I know, I’m pretty whacked. It is what it is, though. Moving on.
I have this person asking me to retweet their content. In the end, I said no. Why? Because she obviously thinks that guys are idiots. In turn, she acts like an idiot and she talks like an idiot. The worst part is it’s an obvious over acted/scripted rendition of some bullshit she thinks that guys want to see or hear. I don’t want to see any of that shit. Just show me your tits, show me your pussy, but other than that, act like a fucking reasonable adult that didn’t just step off the short bus. Honest to God, if that’s what guys are into, then I just need to get out of his business completely. There is just simply no way I could talk to another adult the way some of these girls do without feeling like a complete condescending moron. Look, I could have a million plus followers on twitter by now if I just bent over and presented a complete fake persona and retweeted everybody under the sun. The problem is, I almost want to barf when I read every God damn tweet that is about sunny days and fuzzy bunnies, and how offended these massively fake and hypocritical people are with every little slight on the planet. But that’s just me. Why am I ranting and raving? I don’t have a fucking clue. I just am, so let’s end this rant here.
I had family that needed my help the last two days, so I did the grandmother thing and did my babysitting duties for two days. Now I’m ready for some peace and quiet and I don’t know, maybe a dick in my ass. About right now, a dick in my ass sounds pretty damn good. I don’t have anybody to place said dick in my ass, but I suppose I can get to work on that.
Never make fun of your girlfriend’s choices. You’re one of those choices. Once again, I am just saying.
God plays dirty tricks on people. Or maybe they just manufacture defects I don’t know. I realize I don’t want anymore kids. But fuck if I don’t see a super good-looking guy and think I want him to pump a fucking baby into me right now. My pussy becomes a sloppy wet girl goo sponge just thinking about it. I have no idea why that turns me on so much. I guess I’ll just go with it.
I’ve come to this conclusion. Dating a single father is like continuing on from someone else’s saved video game. There is a reason I mention this and I will expand upon it later. I’m not ready yet I have to think it out.
Someone wrote to me and said that when I become an old lady, I’ll be stuck with my tattoos. The jokes on him. I’m already an old lady. Either way, I’ll still fuck his dick right off.
I know pretty famous porn chick who doesn’t want to take her new husband’s last name. Seems like a complete and fucking waste of time to worry about something this stupid. Does anyone actually care about this? Is this actually a thing? Take it, don’t take it, but for fuck's sake, please just shut up about it. If I got married, I would take my husband’s last name, but not because I’m old-fashioned or something goofy like that. I just don’t want anybody from high school to find me ever again. I’m just saying.
Hello everyone, sorry about the radio silence. Had to do some emergency babysitting for the last two days which obviously can be a hindrance to doing what I do best, and that's getting laid. That's okay, it's part of life but until at least a little bit later this afternoon you are stuck with some old glory stuff circa 2015. I'll be back a little bit later this afternoon/early evening with some new stuff.
Someone was talking about the power of the pussy that makes me laugh. Does pussy have power? Absolutely. But the power I hold in my hand or with my tongue is a thousand times stronger. I’m just saying. If I hold your dick in my hand, I can do things to it that will cause your knees to buckle and make you beg me not to stop. I combine my tongue with that and your balls are in for some serious trouble because by the time I get done draining them, they will be the equivalent of two dried-up raisins. Again, just saying. @u125291845
So Bob greeted me at the door today and said are you ready for some nine-inch fun? I said you had me at 9 inches. And, 9 inches is what he gave me. Several times over. I do like the way his dick feels when it’s inside my cunt. It’s like the perfect stretch and just when it feels like there’s no more room to accommodate any more of his cock, I stretch just a little more to inhale the rest of his penis. I love it when I stretch to that point at the moment he pours his sperm inside of me. I can feel the head of his cock bottomed out in my guts and then I can feel his sperm squishing around trying to escape the head of his cock and pushing my insides out of the way to do so. I cum every fucking time he does that. He knows that I cum when he bottoms himself and ejaculates. He stares at my face to see my expressions, and that drives me even more wild. Today, things started off a bit differently. He wanted me to give him a hand job while I told him about what I loved about fucking Connor. I don’t think I’ve ever felt his cock so hard. When I got to the part about the gallon of cum that comes out of Connor’s balls, he exclaimed how fucking hot that made him, then laid me on my back and tried to pump his own baby inside me. It was a good fucking day, that’s for sure. Anyway, I have been way too sexual over the last couple of weeks. I have got to give my box a day or two to rest. Between Bob and Connor and a couple of other guys, my pussy has been a regular cock receptacle. It has drank more sperm over the last two weeks most girls will see in a lifetime. Good thing cum doesn’t stay in you because I be bloated as fuck. Though, that would be cool if you could get an actual sperm belly. Anyway, now I'm getting weird so I will catch you all bit later.
Jeeps got fixed, dicks got sucked. Well, kind of. One dick gave me a solid drink of sperm, the other one had some trouble rising to the occasion. It’s funny how dicks can get stage fright in front of another dick. There’s good and bad news here. Connor was the one whose dick faded out. His friend Chris popped a bad ass little erection that was like a steel hook. One could hang a 25 pound weight on that dick and it wouldn’t have budged. So, what is the bad news? I had hoped that Connor would be able to do things with me that involved other people sexually. That probably will not happen. I felt bad for him because his cock never got hard, and he had to watch his friend sport a stiff cock from start to finish and pump jizz down my throat. The good news is right after his friend left, I offered to suck him off again and the second I plopped his cock into my mouth it turned to steel and stayed that way. Even after he came, he never went soft. I still felt bad for him, so I gave him the gift of my ass because I know that’s his favorite. I didn’t want to, but again I felt bad for him. It’s not that I don’t enjoy his dick in my ass, I enjoy it immensely, it’s the massive amount of sperm he leaves inside of me. It’s so much I really can’t do anything for several hours because it just keeps pouring out of me. Case in point, it's almost a day later and I’m still dripping Connor’s sperm out of my asshole. Actually, it turns me on, but it’s just inconvenient at times. But again, the good news is that though Connor will probably never be a swinger, he bounced back like a pro and was stronger than ever in the cock department. Some guys never come back from this and have lifelong issues with erections after failing in front of a group of people. It’s a head game, I suppose. So careful guys because sometimes what you wish for doesn’t always work out quite as well in reality as the fantasy does playing out in your head.
I will give you real quick recap of how I ended up with two dicks in my face yesterday. Connor came over while I was working on my Jeep and he brought his friend Chris with him. Connor was showing off in front of his friend with his witty sexual banter and, though I’m not sure he expected it, I called his bluff. I told them if they got the bumper on straight and level, I would blow them both. They didn’t, and I had to readjust it several times, but the truth was I wanted to suck cock, so I invited them in my house to make good on my promise. I actually had to talk them into it because they both kept pretending that I was just joking around. They figured out quickly that I was definitely not joking around. I finally got them to drop their shorts and Chris popped out with a rather small cock, but the cool part about small cocks is to get so hard they stand up straight and press against their belly. Connor had a semi-hard dick at first and I would say Connor’s cock soft is bigger than Chris’s cock hard. The thing is, when it comes to multiple partners, it doesn’t matter if you have the biggest dick in the world if it doesn’t get hard. Why? Because the guy with the tiny cock that is hard is the cock I am going to choose. I tried to get Connor’s cock card, and I had some success, but it wasn’t a lasting success. Chris, however, has a perpetual hard on probably twenty-four seven. Some guys can just get it up even if they were standing naked on the 50 yard line of the Super Bowl halftime show. Connor eventually just sat down in a chair and I spent another three or four minutes deep throating Chris’s tiny cock. He made a funny noise and then emptied his balls into the back of my throat. Then I couldn’t get rid of him. He hung around my house like he lived there and was even making Connor a bit uncomfortable with his blatant familiarity. I finally told him I needed him to leave which I could see surprised him, especially when I asked Connor to stay. To make a long story short, I spent the next hour becoming Connor’s own personal cum sponge. I do so love being turned into his cum sponge, so it was a win-win for both of us. Anyway, that was pretty much my yesterday! Sorry about the long story I will try to shorten these things up in the future.
Just wanted to get this video up that I just made before I go dark for 5 or 6 hours. I have people coming over to help me with my Jeep so I will be out of touch for a little bit but the good news is you get to watch me touch myself right now!
Stick your dick in me. You know you want to after watching this video. For fuck's sake, I am definitely spread wide open here. Some of you may have seen this before, but it’s been a while. I want to put this video up because Jeep Week is right around the corner and I plan to take part in quite a view of the events. Plus, I plan to chase a few studs around here and there, but you already knew this. If I don’t suck at least 3 or 4 cocks during Jeep Week, then I considered it a bust. Anyway, I am just getting started today and in my next post I will tell you about Bob and last night. On a sad note, I don’t have any dates lined up for the entire weekend so keeping my fingers crossed that somebody’s going to get an annoyingly hard cock that will drive them to take me out and show me a good time hoping to stick it inside me later that evening. They would be correct in that line of thinking. I’m just saying!
Connor's meat stick was so deep inside me when his nuts unleashed their jizz it felt like he was bathing my ovaries with his sperm. I know that sounds weird, but I was riding on top of him and right when he came I literally sat on his cock so we were pussy mound to cock mound and then I reached behind me and squeezed his balls as he pumped his jizz in my guts. I could feel every splash like it was showering the inside of my belly button. It was a nice nooner, to say the least. Anyway, I took these pictures about thirty minutes after Connor tried to drown my ovaries with his liquid nut. I don’t think they came out too bad for a cell phone. Of course, there are absolutely no filters or Photoshop. The only thing I did was resize them and that’s it. It’s all I ever do. I know some girls edit every single damn picture they take and they spend hours just trying to get a couple of pictures up. I spend approximately three minutes. Ain’t nobody got time to spend hours rearranging one’s face and body digitally so they look like a flat piece of plastic with absolutely no pores. Half of these girls would look better if they didn’t even wear makeup, much less edit their pics. You can never tell them that, though. They just won't listen. Instagram and all those other junk apps have them trained like monkeys. Anyway, enough criticizing is I'm no spring chicken myself, so enjoy the pics and let me know what you think.
Of course, my boyfriend called while I was right in the middle of pleasuring Connor. Obviously I didn’t answer it. After Connor left, he called again and wanted to know why I didn’t answer before. I was going to tell him none of his business, but I decided honesty was the best policy and told him Connor needed some of my special attention. The bastard hung up on me. Oh well, his loss. I felt good about the entire thing. I really felt good about getting the chance to pleasure Connor again. It makes my day to put a smile on his face because if he is smiling then I generally have a vagina full of sperm. And in case you didn’t notice, that makes me happy. Anyway, I am way over my head with this 18-year-old, so I am just going to let it go here. Plus, I’m going out with Bob here later tonight. I wonder if he’ll taste Connor when he’s eating me out because he loves to eat me out. I hope so. And I hope it drives him wild. I bet it does. He is a kinky mother fucker sometimes, literally.
I’m back on Tinder looking for guys to shoot with me in my shut up and fuck series. Let’s see how that goes. I used to have fantastic luck with Adult Friend Finder but they got a stupid and very expensive so I don’t get on their much anymore. Hopefully, I’ll have some pretty good luck with Tinder. Wouldn’t it be nice if I found a guy willing to shoot with a fantastic cock that shoots a gallon of cum? If only I could get that lucky. One never knows though, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
In 18-year-old penis has me smitten. I had to tell my boyfriend today that I would rather spend time with Connor than I would with him. I was supposed to go out with my boyfriend for lunch and then go to the beach. It sounded nice on paper, but then Connor called right before my boyfriend got to my house. He didn’t have to work last night. He wanted to know if I would be okay hanging out with him. Translation: hanging out in Connor speak means “do you want to suck my dick, let me stick it in your pussy, and then unload my testicles in your ass.” The answer was yes, yes I do. In fact, I want to do all of that and more and at least twice. So I told my boyfriend I couldn’t go. Of course, he wanted to know why and at first I told him you really don’t want to know. He insisted, saying he took the day off from work just to do this. I hesitated to tell him. I really do like him and when there is no cock pumping away in my guts, he is the one I like to spend time with. But on the other hand, I really can’t pass up a Connor cock date no matter what. So I told my boyfriend that if he didn't go home immediately, there would no longer be anything between us. He went home and Connor came over and absolutely thrashed my pussy and flooded my vagina with so much sperm I would've married him if he asked me to in my cum inebriated state. What is making me like Connor even more is he isn't afraid anymore to ask me to do specific things to his cock that he wants to try. After he flooded my pussy, his dick never really went soft, and he had a very specific thing he wanted me to do. He wanted to know if I could throat him and when he came, if I would bury his dick to the root with the head of his cock deep down my throat and leave it there while he pumped cum into my stomach. It almost brought tears to my eyes I was so happy he asked. I did exactly as he requested and five minutes later, I felt his warm, slimy jizz sliding down into my stomach. I couldn't taste it because it was so far down my throat, all I could sense was the warmth of it. Connor thought it was incredible and I wish I could just have a dick for one hour so I can understand exactly what it is guys feel when they cum like this because it seemed so amazing. I'm just glad I could do it for Connor. We hung around in my house and watched TV while I played with Connor's cock and eventually I got him to ejaculate a third time. It shot straight up into the air and onto my leather couch and then just kept pouring out pump by pump. I did, however, taste this one as I licked it all up from his balls and thighs. We made out a little, and he went home. It was a great fucking night. My boyfriend called a dozen times while I was with Connor and when I finally answered, he accused me of wanting a full on relationship with Connor. He is trying to shame me because of Connor's age. I suppose it sucks for him having someone Connor's age rapidly taking ownership of what once was his. It’s awkward for me to admit this, but I am catching some kind of feelings for Connor. I’m not sure what it is and I wish I could tell my boyfriend that I’m not going to pursue it, but I am. I get this weird feeling in my gut thinking this, but maybe I want more than just my pussy to belong to Connor. And yes, I know he is only 18, soon to be 19, and as my boyfriend so often reminds me, wasn’t even born until I was in my mid-30s. That may be part of what makes me like him so much. Even Bob has figured out how much I really like Connor. Bob’s take on it is very different, though. It turns him on and he has fucked me into oblivion while talking about it. Very weird, very creepy, but I’m too far along in life to deny myself things other people don’t think of as the norm. I don’t want to deny myself to Connor. In fact, I want to inject as much of Connor into my body as humanly possible. Here’s a strange one. Sometimes I rub one out thinking about Connor living with me and all the neighbors, knowing that my pussy belongs to this 18-year-old who used to live with his grandparents across the street. Until he met me, that is. Just knowing how upset his grandparents would be and what they would say to the other neighbors soaks my panties. Just having access to Connor’s cock so I can drain his gallons of cum at any given moment when ever the urge strikes me makes my heart skip a beat. It’s almost like I have to have him. I’m ending it here. I got too much to do today and too little time to do it so I will talk to you guys shortly! Sorry about the novel, but once I started I just couldn't stop.
Now that's a massive clit. It's as big as some dicks that I've seen. If you've ever thought about sucking a dick without doing the gay part well, then you could just suck on my clit until it spits at you from below and believe me it will!
Workout porn. It’s a thing and it ain’t easy to do. I know this because I have done this more than just once. But anyway today I’m working on my arms. The arms are important because the stronger the arms are, the better a girl can work hard cock. I’m just saying. Not to mention the pressure I can apply to one’s balls to squeeze the cum out is more than most guys can take. Plus, I like to be a little stronger than the guys I’m fucking, so I can let them know who the dick really belongs to.
I’m talking to a lady who is probably one of the hottest MILFs that I know, but she is hooked on this guy like he is the end-all of guys. He isn’t. She thinks he doesn't love her and is only there for the sex. Look, I can't blame him for that because I kinda want to do the same thing. But she wants him to be in love with her, even though I doubt he is. I am though! In fact, what I want to say to her is “I’m going to spread your legs wide open and show you how much I love you with my tongue!” I doubt I’m really going to say that, but I’m thinking about it all the time. Did you ever notice no matter how bad things are, somehow you can insert sex into it? Maybe that’s just me. It probably is just me now that I think about it. I’m okay with that.
I absolutely despise inspirational quotes. Unless it’s one like “fuck hard and talk dirty.” I’m just saying.
I Love the way Connor makes me horny without even doing anything. Just the sight of him gets me thinking about him pumping his seed deep inside me. I am getting super weird for Connor. I woke up this morning thinking, wouldn't it be great to still be leaking Connor sperm out of my ass and onto my sheets? That obviously didn’t happen, but it sounds like a seriously good idea. I have to quit staring out the window, looking for Connor. I really do and I wonder if he knows that’s what I do? If he is secretly reading these blogs, then he definitely has a one up on me. I bet the sneaky little bastard is. I don’t know he is probably not, but I don’t care either way because I still want his cum inside of me.
Don’t ask me about the news. I am absolutely news constipated these days. As in, I don’t give a shit anymore. I know that sounds terrible but if we’re being honest with ourselves at best we give a couple minutes of “Oh my God that’s so bad!” and still completely uninformed, we then we go back to eating our double whopper with cheese. I find many people who ponder on the news constantly do so because they worry about their own well-being for one reason or another and feel like they need to keep informed in case doom is imminent and heading their way. Or maybe they just like seeing tragedy. Maybe they just have nothing better to do, I don’t know. Now and then I catch myself mindlessly captivated by the news, so it’s not like I don’t do the same thing. I have no idea why I’m talking about this and yet here we are and still I refuse to hit the delete button and I’m certainly not going to start now.
You know you hit The Rock bottom when you slapped Dwayne Johnson’s ass. You better believe I would do more than just slap his ass. He should fuck my ass. I’m just saying. I wonder what his cock looks like? I bet it’s nice. I wonder what his cock looks like when it’s inside of me and pumping his testicles empty? I bet it would be a lot of cum. I don’t know why but I picture him with softball size testicles that are perfectly round and leave a gallon of jizz per emptying. I would empty them all the time. I’m just saying. Moving on.
So, we didn’t jizz spray the underneath of the restaurant table yesterday with Connor’s sperm. We did, however, spray the back of my throat with his cum on the way home. That was my bad. I may have been overly aggressive sexually. I need to be more aware of that. He tried to stop me a couple times but in the end I ended up with his cock in my mouth and his jizz in my belly which is how things are supposed to be. At least that’s how I see it. I listened to him tell me his 18-year-old wisdom, thoughts, and opinions about life. Just so you know, I was pretty good and didn’t correct him when he was wildly wrong about his views of how the world works. I know when we got home, and we got out of the car, he was in an incredibly good mood. Nothing in the world was going to stop him. I credit that to me giving him a solid cum draining. I am just saying. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go finger myself until I start mumbling unintelligible things while I can still remember the taste of his sperm in the back of my throat. Catch you all later!
Connor has a day off and he's invited me to lunch! The first thing that cums to mind is I'm going to be jerking him off underneath the table. That's my go to move. But maybe I should be a good MILF this time and just listen to what he has to say. I'm afraid if I do, though, I will like him so much anymore. Not because he will say shitty things, he will probably just say goofy 18-year-old things. Which will bore the death out of me. But if I want to keep him around, believe it or not, it can't be all about sex. Still, I have this urge spray the underneath of a fast food table with a massive load of his cum. I just can’t help myself that’s just how I think. But I’m guessing you do as well, so don’t look at me like I’m the perv. You’re in this just as deep as I am Mr. I’ll keep you posted on how this goes, but in the meantime, enjoy the pictures. Just think, an 18-year-old is doing things to my body with his cock that men my age can't do. This is how long and fat he makes my clit, just thinking about him. I'm just saying.
So I fucked him and his son. That's where I left this yesterday before I so dutifully went off to rub one out with the help of a vibrator and a massive dildo. So, finishing that up from yesterday, I continued fucking the father for the next two years. I also continued fucking their son for about the next four years, off and on, when he was around. As far as I know, the mom never knew that both her husband and son were dumping sperm inside my guts. I do know that the father and son did eventually find out they were both sticking their dicks inside of me but I don't know the ins or outs of that conversation and though I guess I kind of would like to know I don't really care. I was in it purely to get off. They were all adults, willing participants, and I didn't twist their arms to breed me. Why did I even bring the story up? Because I ran in to the father last Saturday. He informed me that he was in Deltona which is only about twenty-five minutes away and wanted to get together. It's been about ten or 15 years, so I figured why not? He was always a good fuck, and I figured why not? But then we got together at Chili's and it looked like he aged about 50 years in 10 years. Something went wrong in his life, but it wasn't me. He went through 4 or 5 shots in less than half an hour. And I think he was drinking before he even got there. That was a complete change from the guy I used to know. But to each their own and how they want to live, I'm certainly not going to judge I'm just not going to be part of it. Anyway, we talked for about half an hour and then it became apparent that he wanted me to empty his testicles and that just wasn't going to happen. So I said it was good to see him and left enough to pay the entire bill which insulted him, but at this point I didn't care and I just walked out. The part that sucked was that all of this was putting a downer on my Saturday. And then my phone rang, and it was Connor, wanting to know when I was going to be home. That's when my weekend turned around. Forty-five minutes later, Connor's cock was buried in my ass, hopelessly trying to make me pregnant by dumping sperm so far up my rectum it felt like it was going into my stomach. That's what I mean about a turnaround for my Saturday. Then it got even better. I get my date with Bob and I went over to his place and he started asking me about Connor. I didn't want to telling the truth, but I felt like I owed it to him so I told him Connor left a lump of cum in my ass about an hour and 1/2 before I got there. Bob asked me if Connor fucked my pussy and I told him no, that he just fingered it. Which was true. Bob then pulled my shorts down and laid me on his bed and started licking my pussy. He squeezed my clit between his fingers just the way I like it and licked the head of my clit until I could stand it anymore and started drooling girl goo of my pussy and then accidentally Connor's cum out of my asshole. I can't help it because Connor dumps a gallon of cum every time he empties his testicles. It takes a long time to get it out, be it my pussy or my ass. I thought that would turn Bob off, but it didn't. He whipped out his big, perfect, beautiful cock and fucked my pussy into oblivion for the next two hours. Every time I came, more of Connor's jizz would leak out of my ass, to which Bob would watch with fascination and it would inspire his cock to fuck me even more. Talk about a welcome surprise. Look, I admit it, Bob makes me cum harder than anybody I know and have known for a long time. Definitely harder than Connor. But Bob is just someone to fuck me stupid. And, after I'm done cumming with Bob, I am a complete mindless cum sponge. Without a doubt, I do love being Bob's fuck toy. But there's something about Connor. I don't know if I'm catching feelings or what, but Connor is my preference. Makes me feel weird to the point I don't want to talk about it, so all ended here. Once I figure it out, I'll expand upon this later.
One cock denied, two cocks accepted. Had a busy day yesterday it was fun. It pretty much took up my entire day and evening but in the end I was drooling jizz and wishing for more. I call that a good day.
Let's start with the cock denial. It is a weird one, but the truth is now and then I rub one out thinking about it. Here we go.I used to bang a guy back in 2007. He was 55 back then it was in good shape and handsome. He was married and had four kids. I actually met him through his wife because initially I thought I had a shot at her. I didn't, and I found that out in no uncertain terms shortly after my efforts to lick her box. When she introduced me to her husband, I was pretty sure he was the reason that she wasn't going to let me suck the goo out of her pussy. Again, I was wrong. So I backed off. But her husband didn't. He would touch my legs and things like that when his wife wasn't around. It made my pussy swampy. I can't help it. When good-looking guys put their hands on my thigh, it just sets my pussy off and it starts churning girl goo. It's at that point I start making wonderful decisions sexually, but arguably very questionable moral decisions. For the sake of time, I'm going to leave a lot of the story out, so to make a long story short, she left us alone one afternoon to go pick up her son from the airport who was returning home from college. It was during that time that I did things to her husband's cock that caused his testicles to feed me their sperm straight down my throat. I was fascinated with his cock because he kept it very trimmed and it seemed so nice and neat and clean that I had a hard time not touching it. He talked while I played with his soft cock. I doubt I listened to anything he said, but I know he was trying to explain something about it takes about an hour or so after he cums before he gets hard again. It was only about ten minutes before his cock was hard enough to breed with. So he bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me like I didn't even exist. It was like I was a fuck toy, simply there for his cock to enjoy and get release. The feeling I got from being used like that was incredible and when he slipped his thumb in my ass while he was fucking me, I squirted all over the floor while I came. And then a couple minutes later I came again so hard he put me into the realm of being fucked stupid. Then he emptied himself inside of me. He pulled out of me and asked me to suck his cock clean which I did, then he zipped and asked me to clean up the mess. Which is what I was doing when his wife and his son came home. I was down on my hands and knees, wiping up my squirt mixed with his sperm off of the floor. I was mostly done already it was just wiping up the cleaner I sprayed on the floor when she insisted on helping and to this day I often wonder if she knew she was cleaning up not only my cum but her husband's as well. She grabbed the paper towels I left on the floor that I used to clean up the lumps of sperm that it dripped out of my pussy after he pulled out and throw them away. Fuck, that makes me touch myself thinking about it now. I don't know why. I must be a severe pervert. And then there was their son. He stood there watching all of this and I think he kind of knew what we were doing right then and there. I know that I already knew I was going to do my best to get this 6 foot 5 college stud to pump a baby into me. This was one hot family, without a doubt. These folks had good genes, obviously. So over the course of the next two weeks, I not only fucked her husband, I bred with her son. Her son fucked me in her bed and after he finished using my cunt to empty his balls, his sperm drooled onto her sheets, which I'm sure she slept in. All right, story time is over. I have turned myself onto the point I can't think. I know it's awful to get turned on over something like this, but it is what it is and everyone was of age, so really is it that bad? Anyway, off to rub one out. I'll finish up later.
It’s Friday and Friday is my second favorite F word. Why you ask? Because it is the day I am most likely to get laid. It is also the day I am most likely to be introduced to a penis that I have never met before. If there’s one thing in life, it’s that I know I enjoy its meeting a new penis or three. I’ve pretty much given up on meeting hot chicks because, mostly, any gayness is all for show. And, they don’t have dicks. And lately, I have been on a serious dick craving binge. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If I see a new guy, I instantly wonder what his dick looks like. I’m talking to the kid at Target and end up staring at his crotch, trying to get an idea of what he might be packing. Yeah, I know, I might need to see someone about this. Here’s how I justify all of this, though. I don’t drink, never get near any drugs, my family is super successful, so I couldn’t have done things to wrong. So I guess what I’m saying is I’m going to keep doing what I do because it’s working and I enjoy staring at dick. Look, you guys stare at tits. I’m simply doing the same, but just replacing the tits with dicks. So by all means guys feel free to walk around with a semi so I can get an idea of what you’ve got hanging around in your pants. I’m just saying.
I know how to get a man's attention when I say tension I mean undivided attention. You simply put both his balls in your hand. I guarantee he is paying attention at that point. I could be wrong, but I'm not. The balls are something I never forget. They fascinate me to the point of fixation. What I would give to know what it feels like to have testicles and have them being held and massaged while cumming. I'm a let it go right here because it works me up too much thinking about. Anyway, moving on.
Someone asked me what I thought about the war in the Ukraine. What do I think about it? War is how we teach Americans geography. I think if you don’t know on the map where the war is being fought, then one should keep their mouth shut. I think it would be safe to say that 999 porn chicks out of a thousand have absolutely no idea where Russia is on the map, let alone the Ukraine. War isn’t about who’s right or wrong, it’s about who’s left at the end. I think the world is dealing with an angry, unstable person who isn’t going to go home empty-handed and we should be prepared to deal with the consequences if someone in his inner circle doesn’t stop him. That is an opinion, and I could be wrong.
I've come to this conclusion. Without nipples, press would be absolutely pointless. I'm just saying.
I get a lot of women who tell me all the terrible things their guys do. Most of it's about cheating on them. I always ask these women about their sex lives. And it is almost always the same damn story. There is no sex life. Which throws me for a loop because what did they think was going to happen? I know everybody should love everybody, even if they're not having sex. My ass. If we’re not fucking, we’re not a thing. Sorry about that, people, but I'm not hanging around anybody who isn't sticking their dick in me regularly, no matter how great a person he may be. So I told the last chick that her husband wasn't cheating on her, he was cheating on her vagina. I told her to quit treating herself like a sex object, In other words, every time he wants sex, she objects. For fuck's sake, lube it up and stuff it once in a while. It will change your outlook on life. I know sex without love is a meaningless experience. But, on that note, let me tell you, as far as meaningless experiences go, it's pretty fucking good stuff, if you know what I mean. Why am I bitching about this? I just tire of listening to it. It’s sex, it's messy and sloppy and gooey wet and it's the most fun you're ever going to have if done properly. I have nailed the “if done properly” to the point of perfection. I'm just saying.
