That was the plans for theweekend. Get laid as often as possible but for tonight it was peanutbutter and jelly in front of the tube.The game was prett... good of course the Steelers and the Patriots wasalways a good game with the score going back and forth several times andthe first half ending in a 24 - 24 tie. Dan, still hungry, absent mindlywalked back to the kitchen. Of course the kitchen didn't restock itselfand Dan thought about ordering a pizza. Just then his doorbell rang,looking through. Her waffles were to die for, as well. She is a traditional waffle eater. She drowns her waffle in butter and maple syrup. Me, I liked mine covered with strawberry preserves. When we got around to planting a garden at the farm, a strawberry patch is a must. Just the thought of homemade preserves made my mouth water. Well, perhaps it was the smell of the waffles and bacon that made my mouth water this morning. Regardless of which it was, I was to the point of drooling all over myself.Two hours. The combination of the wetness and the intense pressure on my cock made me cum harder.As I finished cumming, I felt her body pulsing still. I figured the chance of this happening again was, well, probably never. So, with my fresh cum buried deep inside her and her still orgasming, I pulled out and started thrusting into her, trying both to please her more and make this experience last longer. After only three thrusts, Kristen let out an exotic scream and I saw her body arch up as every muscle. In order to survive, you can’t even let it be to allow your stories to speak and breathe for themselves. You can’t just pen erotica. You have to become an erotica writer, and be a name on this website yourself.Perhaps that’s confusing in theory, but odds are if I said ‘Melanieatplay’ or ‘Squatting_Eagle’, then hold up my other hand and say ‘mypenname3000’ or ‘White_Walls’ you’d get where I’m coming from. You can easily compare and contrast these writers, and what’s more, if you’re familiar with.