Be them breast, buttock, or other, Issac found themirresistible. The only problem was selecting the lovely lady for hisevening. After about a minute o... scrolling and pondering, Issac hadchosen tonight's object of absolute lust, a woman going by the moniker"Pebbelz da Model".Pebbelz da Model was one of Issac's absolute favorites. She was anAfrican-American woman with a huge fake ass. Silicone implants are whatmake her 48-inch derriere so large, and Issac loved every inch of it. Hestashed away. He exited his car and climbed into mine. He meekly said hello and then buried his head into my shoulder. Awe.I asked him his name and he could barely say it. He was soooooo shy. My heart was melting. I just wanted to comfort him so I jumped into the mommy role and he felt much less nervous. I was stroking his hair and rubbing his back. He looked up at me and we kissed. It started light but escalated into a deep and soulful kiss like he was holding that in for years. At this point, I didn't care. The same apartment. We’d fucked every which way inside that one-bed studio. It came back to me fast. Her bed, her windowsill, her couch, the rug, the kitchen counter, the granite coffee table, in the shower and even against the goddamn front door. How many times? Countless times. So many times that she’d given up making notches in the bedpost. The streets were busy with traffic, stores open late for Christmas shopping, lights colourful and blinding, but I hardly noticed any of it. I trailed. Eventually she sat down and then lay down. The floor was wooden but still much colder and it must have gone some way to cooling her down. She held her legs up and kicked them about playfully in time to the beat of the house music. She bent and twisted her legs in all sorts of bizarre, funny angles as though completely out of control. She twisted and bent her hips too and thrashed her arms around happily, lost in the music. Eventually she lay flat on her back and rolled about the floor like a.