Or group of men. You know the type. Construction workers. Truck drivers. Bikers. Guys who know how to give me what I really want, which isn't a fuckin... "relationship." What I crave more and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more the merrier.Like last weekend. After a bitch of a week, I went home, took off my conservative corporate clothes, and put on my hunting outfit. I'm a brunette, but when I'm after sex I wear a silvery blond wig, lots of heavy eye shadow, rouge, and the sexiest. His testicles matched his hung cock, hanging low in a hairy black sack beneath the snake cock. Each ball was as big as her fist, no each was as big as if she'd made a ball with both fists. Jane licked her lips. She wanted the contents of those balls more then she'd wanted anything in her life.Hassan reached behind his back and brought out the multi-bladed throwing knife, he'd used to kill the professor. Fear for her life was the only thing that could take her attention off Aket's cock. Hassan. Tom pushed her up, trying to get her off him, instead she sat up, riding him cowboy as the new position heightened sensitivity, sending a surge of bliss throughout her body, as her toes formed a fist, her nails scratching lightly into Tom’s chest as she pulled her back, shut her eyes and grunted as quietly as she could, sending sticky translucent goo, flooding down Tom’s cock, as he gasped in pain.The two of them lay there, breathing heavily for a minute, “That was pretty damn good!” Tom told. I could clear hear is disappointment.“Sorry about that mate.”“Well at least you tried, I suppose dinner is out of the question?”“... ‘fraid so mate,” I got up from my seat and walked to the kitchen door asking, “You said something this afternoon as I was leaving but didn’t quite hear what it was, something like ‘that afternoon’ I was wondering what it was you said?” I turned back to look at Angie. She was standing beside the sink, head down washing the same cup over and over again.“Ah that,” he.
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