So, my dear Lilburn Cougar: you have a man now, huh? That’s funny; I just busted gallons of nut in your tight white ass a few weeks ago; you move quickly. I guess that’s why you haven’t been answering the phone as of late. Now, you can’t participate in sexual activities with your boy anymore. WOW! I thought we were better than that. I assume we aren’t, and the truth is we weren’t the open-enough fuck buddies that I imagined. I won’t worry, though. I’ll take this to the chin the way you took my dick to your throat. Remember how great you made my erection feel during our last meeting–the way that cougar mouth worked its magic on my phallus. I’m going to miss your neck bone stimulation, and even more, I’m going to be a nostalgic mess. You knew what you were doing when I left your house (as always): pulling me into your den and feeding me those fellatio scraps along with that wide rump. You knew I was your cub waiting for you to allow me to suckle upon those nipples. It’s all good, though. I want you to remember this when you’re alone at night marveling over times past when my tongue was buried underneath your clit. You will obsess over my ass diving in the future also. You will drown in images of my lips between your legs pulling at your entire pearl tongue until you orgasm. That was my job: to keep that thang satisfied. You will wake up from dreams of me beating at that pussy from the back. Then, you’ll revel in the afterthought of riding my black cock and you squirting all down my shaft. Those were just a few ways I entertained you with my exposed self. I fucked you rapidly at times (soft and gentle on other occasions). Our missionary fucking intrigued us both. I rammed my entire length into your accommodating entrance, and you screamed to the beating of my nocturnal forces. You tasted my nipples and begged for more. You insisted that I dumped my entire cum supply within your vaginal opening. Tell me you remember that? Tell me you remember how your bed squeaked to the intensity of our fuck fest? But, I’ll end the story there for now, Sandy Smith. Have it your way for this time being, my Lilburn Cougar. Flounder around on your high horse for now. I don’t know if my mouth or I will be here to greet you when you’re like Carly Simon: you know, you coming around again. You’ve retreated into the darkness; have you soon forgotten that I am/was your light? One things certain, though: you will miss me, My love, as always…
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