You had light brown skin and a body that would just make me melt (you were not fat you had muscles), and those arms looked liked they could hold onto ...e so tight and just squeeze all the pain I felt out of my soul. I knew that I was not your type because guys like you have a thing for fast girls and I wasn’t fast and good looking. I was 5’3 and 250 pounds and fat everywhere. Every time I laid my eyes on you I would image just the two of us having wild, hot, passionate sex but every two weeks I. You breathe in short, quick, rapid breaths. You feel the release, feeling another just as quick coming on. You thrust up again as you climax again, holding my head down for more pressure. I lift my head and smile, your juices dripping from my mustache. You lie there trying to catch your breath as I watch. I gently stroke your belly drifting to one nipple then the other. You move over and take my cock again. You push me down and look at my cock, fully erect. She heard the door creak open a bit and saw a portion of a girl’s face that didn’t look older than 4 years old, the girl shyly opened the door slowly and saw her features more clearly. The girl had blond hair with big blue eyes, she was cubby like most children her age and wore overalls with a pink shirt underneath, and she was staring at her curiously. Claire couldn’t help but smile at the girl and said, ‘Hi there, can you get your parents for me please?’ That obviously scared her because she. Cale was still in the room. I whimpered a bit as I turned, to see the hooded muscle man stood still. His eyes looked at me, drinking me in. I could see something stirring in his leather pouch. I brought the glass up to my face and it dawned on me. It wasn't my cum that was needed, it was his. I scooted myself over to him, careful to stay on my knees and tentatively grabbed at his pouch. His cock was thick. Much bigger than my excuse for a dick. I could feel it's warmth emanating from outside of.