It was maddening, the way he’d made her feel in that moment. She groaned and dropped her forehead to the wooden railing, jumping when the steps sque...ked behind her. Diondre looked startled as she whirled, gasping in surprise, and she could have sworn he blushed as he stepped up on the porch with her, tossing his windbreaker on one of the chairs. “Sorry I scared you.” His mumble was quiet as he leaned next to her, eyes on the stars. “In fact, I’ve gotta apologize for more than just that. I’m. However, to my complete and utter surprise I’m left staring helplessly at the consequences of what follows next! As soon as you’d finished penning your confession, and without much hesitation and no other discussion, you fold the paper over and over–and over several times more, to be sure. Then, unfairly perhaps, with the paper pinched between your fingers, you reach toward me with a lengthened arm and gently you tuck that folded letter deep into my shirt pocket. And what’s even worse, after. Jessie shuts her eyes without thinking, even as the shame of this whole entire damn situation hits her again. This is it. This is the moment when she should say something, end the entire shitshow that's going down. Jessie has work tomorrow; early work at that, the kind that she'll hate herself for in the morning if she doesn't go back to sleep.Deep in her thoughts, Jeremy settles back down on his stomach and goes back to looking at her pussy. He makes the decision for her, with gentle fingers. I did the end of a baseball bat. Until the Rambone, this was the biggest thing ever up my ass. I did a sixteen-ounce beer can, almost as big as the bat, and a lot easier to fuck. It was not easy to fuck, actually. I had to work at it really hard. I fucked myself on the end twenty-two times and called it a record. I was not even close. Sixty seven times on the Rambone is the record. On xHamster, anyway.I love enemas, when someone's not fucking my enemaed ass, or cleaning me out for a Rambone. I.