Katie couldn’t believe that her little sister was so good at this game. She thought to herself while standing in her bra and skinny jeans, having already lost her shirt, shoes, and socks. ‘How?’ She thought again looking at her sister who is wearing a cute little pink bra and black panties. Aaaannnd of course the little bitch isn’t wearing matching underwear, why would she? Jessica is the younger and more cute sister and everyone just loves her for that. Bitch!
Having lost fewer clothes than Jessica, she should be feeling like she’s winning. That would be the case except for the fact that the last few throws have all been sunk by Jessica, who for that matter doesn’t seem as drunk as she was when she started. That leaves one question on her mind, would her younger sister lose a few rounds just to stand in this party half-naked? No! No one would do that, right? Wait does she like having all these drunk idiots seeing her half-naked?
Why wouldn’t she? She’s got everything that Katie has lived without. Jessica is short, standing only at four foot eleven. Curly hair that reaches her shoulders, that bounces with every stupid little step she takes, she did use to have shorter hair but started growing it out a year ago. Jessica has an ass that any guy would beg her to sit on their face with, at least that’s what all her guy friends told her. Her thighs were on par with any anime girl threatening to crush your skull with them, but toned, it’s like she spends so much time doing squats. She was thick in the right places and slim in the right places too. Although she and Katie both had bigger breasts than their body frame would suggest. That’s expected of the Tawali girls, if you were a girl in the Tawali family you just always had bigger breasts.
Jessica smiles at Katie and throws the next ball hearing the little splash noise and pumping her fist. This version of the game was fun for her, the older kids called it “make it take it” so as long as she doesn’t miss she could strip her sister completely naked. She watches as Katie makes a face wondering what’s on her mind then snatches up the antepenultimate cup and sucks down the alcohol like a pro, after contemplation Katie yanks off her jeans like they were on fire. Jessica throws another ping, or pong she never knew what the balls were called but she was excited to see her older sister’s breasts, not because she was into her but because it means she was going to win soon. She admires Katie as she grabs the next cup and chugs the contents and spits the ball at a drunk guy to which he loved it.
Katie reaches behind her back and unlatched her bra letting the thin straps fall over her shoulders and then covering her breasts with her arm, but still showing the sheer size of her massive breasts on her tiny frame. Seeing her spindly arms barely covering her breasts mostly just her nipples, her breasts bulging out of her arms throws the crowd into a cheering fit. Katie is five foot six and everything Jessica wished to be. She always had the supermodel body, a tiny unobtrusive cute bubble butt that doesn’t prevent her from buying cute jeans or shorts. Katie has the type of thigh gap that a guy could stand behind a girl holding her hips and slowly slide his cock between her thighs. Using her thighs and her pussy lips to gently stroke himself. It was something she wished a guy would do to her, just the thought of it normally sends pleasurable waves of electricity through her skin.
Jessica smirks seeing her older sister in just a pair of panties using her arm as a makeshift bra. Lifting her arm aiming and throws the next ball in the air as it arcs perfectly for the last cup. This one to get her naked and one more to win and make her streak across campus, Jessica thought as she watched the ball hit the rim of the cup and go in. The crowd roars knowing what’s coming next.
Kaite slams both her open-palmed hands on the tennis table, one hand on each corner hanging her head over the table looking at the red solo cup with a gulp of liquor just waiting to escape, and flood her liver. This range of motion fully reveals her perky breasts which brings another round of hoot and hollers. Katie stands up straight looks at Jessica, grabs her cup pours all of it down her throat, tossing the cup to the crowd. Having so much alcohol in such short time without enough bread to soak it up is going to kick her ass soon and she knows it but she has to hold it together to win.
Jessica smiles as she watches her older sister push her thumbs down into the waistband of her hipster-style underwear, she cocks her head to the side looking at Jessica hearing the crowd. Katie expertly slides her panties down past her cute little bubble butt. Watching as the garment hits the floor, it’s clear that Katie shaves to the last strand of hair, it is intoxicating and you can’t look away. Her pussy is just beautiful, Jessica can see the appeal for horny frat guys, any straight guy, hell maybe a straight girl or two. Damn! She thought as she caught herself staring at her older sister’s perfect pink slit.
While everyone was starring and cheering about the blond-headed girl who was completely nude someone put a smaller dixie cup on her side of the ping pong table. It is smaller and you have to have damn near perfect aim to get it in. It’s the last cup, the one that lets you win the bet you set for your opponent at the beginning of the game.
Katie wasn’t even trying to cover her body anymore, maybe she just accepted her fate. Maybe more so she just hasn’t realized how many of these almost a hundred people are staring at her naked body. With her hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed under her perky tits, Jessica could tell that her sister wasn’t getting more comfortable, no she is pissed and planning her next move. Jessica makes her next throw… and it misses and she sees it sail by without even touching the cup.
Katie lifts her arm, swinging it and lightly flicking her wrist to get the perfect throw. The ball flies through the air and lands in one of the red cups. Jessica looks down and she cheers. She claps her hands and jumps up and down? Katie can’t believe it this girl likes the attention from this crowd, she really might have enjoyed this more than Katie thought. Jessica even walks over to a girl in the crowd cupping her hands around her ear and then leans in to say something to her. Leaning over she has to bend at the waist showing her ass to the crowd. The cheers are off the chart, whether it’s from the revealing tiny thong or even the fact that her ass is of the best on-campus with no comparison. After standing up straight again she turns her back to the girl she was just talking to. The girl stands up from the chair and grabs the back of the bra straps, unlatches the little hooks letting them go. Jessica’s bra flings off her body showing the crowd the second pair of massive breasts.
Jessica’s nipples and areolas are bigger than Katie’s Hershey’s kiss style nipples made of pink chocolate of course. Just like Katie, her boobs are just as perky and bouncy, when it releases she giggles and kisses the girl who helped her which brings on way more cheers than Katie got from being completely naked. Why did that piss her off so much? Oh yeah because her sister was always perfect, everyone loved her because she was so perky and full of blah blah blah, Katie thought, her boobs were nicer than her younger sisters anyway right?
Making the next throw count is the only thing keeping her in the game she needs to make it so she can keep shooting. Once it goes in Jessica wastes no time gulping the contents of the cup. Jessica looks back at the girl sitting in the chair who was sipping from her red solo cup, she gives her cup to a guy and gets to her knees. Jessica walks forward facing the girl on her knees, she runs her fingers through the girl’s hair and watches as the girl kisses her pussy through her thong. The crowd loves it, cheering at the girl-on-girl action. Kaite taps her foot watching her younger sister soak up all the attention. Why does that seem to infuriate her so much?
Jessica lets out a little moan from the pleasure of this random girl reaching around her waist and grabbing her ass, her little hands can’t handle all of her ass. The girl presses her face deeper into Jessica, and she can feel the girl’s lips and tongue brushing her thong against her pussy lips and clit, getting her wet. The things this girl could do to her if her thong wasn’t in the way, Jessica thought as she curled her toes at the feeling and held her head in place. The girl slowly pulls away with a devious smile plastered on her face as she uses her teeth to bite Jessica’s thong waistband, she teasingly shakes her head like a dog shakes a toy. Then she starts to pull them down.
After getting the thong pulled off, Jessica steps out of the underwear, the girl stands up not letting the thong fall out of her mouth pumping her fist in the air as the crowd cheers. The dixie cup is placed on Jessica’s side of the table, now the game is watching two naked girls throw little balls. The odds of them making it any time soon is slim so the crowd will have a view of these two girls for a while at least that’s what all the guys think. Katie takes the first shot, misses. Every time they miss the crowd cheered because the more they miss the longer it goes on.
The shots taken have gone back and forth a few times. Katie then throws the ping pong ball and it bounces perfectly and lands in the dixie cup on Jessica’s side. The crowd erupts into the biggest cheer since seeing Jessica being eaten out by the girl. Jessica jumps up and down cheering with the crowd, but Katie takes a few heartbeats to realize she just won.
Katie pumps her fist happy that she just won and she does a little wave to her sister who takes off jogging. Now she has to jog through campus naked to get back to her dorm. The sun was still out and her breasts bounced with each step, her ass jiggling the way you expect. Some people laugh at her as she jogs by while others record on their phones. One guy just happened to be doing a live stream with his fifteen thousand followers staring at Jessica’s naked body slowly jog past him catching all of it on video.
Katie stayed behind as most of the party left to follow Jessica. She starts to get dressed wanting to leave as soon as possible and only able to put her panties back on as a tall, handsome, and dare she say sexy guy walks up to her…
Category: eroticliterature
The Train Station, Pt. IV
Last we checked, Ranal and Cece, the homeless beggar, were on their first date and getting to know each other better at Frank’s Bar & Grill. Ranal had learned that Cece indeed did have a past, however, she was an intelligent woman and she was quite stunning in her own right. Besides having actually really nice, porcelain white, smooth skin, she also had beautiful turquoise-green eyes and a spectacular ballerina-like figure. Back at her ‘place’, she had just decided to make herself more comfortable in front of Ranal, proceeding to become fully naked.
“Oh my god, wow”, thought Ranal to himself.
Cece had a perfectly shaven or waxed (he couldn’t always tell the difference) pussy and a lengthy statuesque figure that seemed to stretch upwards for miles. Moreover, she wasn’t skinny, but she had very subtle, feminine curves. Cece paused, while still fully nude and looked Ranal in the eyes, seemingly unaware that she was totally nude.
“What do you think of my place?”, she asked.
“Uh..uh…it’s lovely”, called back Ranal.
Ranal was unable to think or speak clearly. All he could do in that moment was stare at Cece’s amazing figure. Ranal had seen plenty of naked women but she was something altogether different. He didn’t know how to read it. She was just so sexy. Cece went over to a cardboard box, which was her dresser, and pulled out a pair of loose-fitting shorts, and a t-shirt with a logo of an alligator that said Lacoste on it. She slipped on the shorts and the t-shirt and giggled.
Cece walked over to her bed where Ranal was relaxing. She laid next to him and propped her head up with her hand. She smiled and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m curious”, said Ranal. “You said you needed help before. But, what exactly do you need help for?”
“Look, you see where I’m living. This is not easy.”
“I get it. I get it.”
“I’ll see what I can do. I’m not a sugar daddy.”
“I didn’t say you were, and I’m not looking for one.”, she fired back.
“There’s one thing, and I can’t quite get it off my mind. This is so awkward.”
“Never mind. I’m not even going to say it.”
“No, say it. I want the truth.”, said Cece.
“Well, it’s just a moment or two prior you just undressed in front of me.”
“Yes I did”, answered Cece. “And not everyone gets to see that.”
“Can I see it again?”, he asked. “I swear, I’m not a creep. I, I..I’m an artist and I’m studying the human figure.”
“Oh, you want to see my boobs.”
Without any further questioning, Cece peeled off her t-shirt and sat upright. She matter-of-factly held them in her hands. Ranal stared on in wonder. Her boobs were a work of art, not the gigantic, unnatural, silicone stuffed melons so many other women had. Ranal sat up and leaned forward to kiss her. Cece shot her tongue out and began passionately making out with him.
Ranal reached his hand forward and placed it on her breast and began feeling it. Cece was into it, and he began stroking her long, brown hair. Cece had beautiful, silky, healthy hair.
Ranal pulled back for a second and gazed into Cece’s eyes. “Can I, um, see your bottom too?”
“You want to see here?”, said Cece pointing at her shorts.
Cece shot straight upwards and peeled off her shorts while shaking her butt lightly to wriggle the fabric off. She put her hands over her sternum and ran them down her chest until they were at her sides.
“Wow”, exclaimed Ranal.
“Do you want to see the back too?”
“Sure”
Cece did a 180 and while still standing, Ranal saw the arch in her back and he noticed just how much her ass stuck out. Cece separated her legs slightly and then bent over. Ranal touched his groin and felt his penis getting ever harder.
“Did anyone ever tell you, you’d make a great artist model?”, asked Ranal.
“You mean like one of those people that gets paid to stand there naked while people draw theml?”
“Yes”
“You draw?”, asked Cece
“Yes, I’m kind of an amateur artist but it’s my passion.”
Ranal sidled over to his backpack and unzipped the outer sleeve. He took out an artist’s sketch pad and flipped it open.
“Oh my God, you did these?’” asked Cece stunned.
“Yep, it’s a form of meditation for me. It helps me to relax.”
Cece looked closely at the sketches of first a bowl of fruit and then a nude male model with shadows casting over him. She flipped further and saw the nude female models.
“Are these all done with pencil?”
“Yep.”
Cece, still laying there naked, flipped through the book.
“I wish I could do this.”, she said. “I can’t draw my own ass cheek.”
“You can. I’ll teach you how.”, said Ranal.
“I suck at that stuff, and I’m too embarrassed to even try.”
“If you’re here tomorrow, I’ll bring you a sketch pad I have and some supplies. You just need a little bit of practice.”
“Thanks”
“You said before that you thought I’d make a great artist model?”
“Uh huh”
“Why?”, asked Cece, seemingly bewildered.
“A lot of people today just don’t have a defined form, and often can’t hold a pose for very long.”
“Your figure is classical. It’s actually perfect for life drawing. And, it’s easy money. A lot easier than hanging out in front of a train station.”
“Can you draw me?”, asked Cece.
“I might be able to, it’s just that I’m getting really tired now.”
Cece shrugged and looked disappointed.
“I’m going to head back home.”, said Ranal.
“Come back tomorrow to the train station at the same time and place, and we’ll see what can be arranged ”, said Ranal.
Ranal gave Cece a light peck on the lips and headed out, leaving her completely naked in front of two garbage dumpsters.
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Tea Room Revenge
I’d had an argument with my bitch of a wife over her bully of a dad’s constantly badmouthing me and calling me a wimp. Then, at work my boss, an aggressive, demeaning woman whose favorite management technique was public humiliation, had called me out without warning in our morning staff meeting for missing a typo in 1500 flyers. They were going to have to be reprinted as an expensive rush job. I was feeling rebellious and worthless. As I was sitting back at my desk I was seething as I browsed one of my favorite gay porn blogs on my phone. I was seized by the idea of visiting my favorite men’s room on the nearby campus. It was situated in the basement of a classroom building between the student union and the main athletic training facility. In the summer, there would be less traffic, and that made that bathroom an ideal tearoom.
When I got there I was already half hard, and I was pleased to see that while the stalls were unoccupied but there were two jock types hanging around trying to act casual. Both looked like they had huge packages, and I winked at them both as I made my way to the roomier handicapped stall, unzipped and sat. This was no glory-hole, which I liked because I preferred to be able to look the owner of hard cock in my mouth in the eye, and I got off on the danger of being discovered or recognized. That and the big stall also had room for fucking or could hold more than two guys if it came to that. The first student stud came in a bit hesitantly. He looked to me like a big blonde freshman, new on campus, perhaps a member of the baseball team. He was unsure what to do, so I reassured him as I pulled his package towards my face and pulled down his shorts. He was free-balling, which I love, and already had a huge hard-on. Young and hot as he was, I thought there was a chance I could get him to come fast, and then get a quick second load from him. Sure enough his cock felt like it was the size of a cannon as it slid between my lips and within 30 seconds he was groaning as he grabbed the back of my head and poured cum in my mouth and down my throat. Not very romantic, but that wasn’t the point. I made a show of swallowing all but a little, which I let leak out on my chin while I looked him in the eye and winked. He started to pull away, but he was still hard so I tugged back gently and started to suck again. That, the cum display, and his basic horniness won him over and I was soon blowing him again. This time I gave him a questioning look as I started to slide a hand behind his balls towards his ass. This is a delicate trick because a lot of newbies are ignorant or shy about ass play, though they usually learn. I think that was the case here, but anyway he let me continue and I slowly was able to work a curved pre-lubed finger in behind his prostate. Don’t know if he’d had that before, but I was pretty sure he would want it again. I was able to delay his next explosion for five minutes but hormone filled kid that he was, he blew an even bigger load the second time. I shot on the floor as I imagined him fucking his girlfriend wildly tonight, her never knowing that he was reliving his gross infidelity in his head. I hopped he pictured my face and dreamt of my ass as he fucked her hard.
Of course he was in a rush to get away due to embarrassment and guilt, but I was used to that, though after sucking two big loads, a thanks would have been nice, but so it goes.
The next guy pushed by him, in as much of a rush to get to me as the first kid was to get out. He was also an athlete, probably a defensive lineman, and black. I’ve never known if race had anything to do with cock size, but the fact that this guy looked like he was about 300 pounds of almost pure muscle might have had something to do with it, but whatever the reason, he was hung like a horse. He was also more experienced and more aggressive and in fact we knew each other, not by name but by function and previous encounter. He whipped out his thick drain pipe of a cock and mentioned that he’d gotten super hard hearing the previous kid call me names and groaning while getting blown. He also said that he had not had a chance to shower since he lifted weights and so his package might be dirty and sweaty. That did it for me, I was instantly hard as hell because I love that sweaty, smelly shit. He knew it would be a turn on, and guessed correctly that I would try like hell to deep throat him at least temporarily.
So I got to work, and with the application of a lot of spit I managed to work him all the way down my throat so that my nose was buried in his pubic hair, which sure enough stank of sweat, piss, pussy and cum. I loved it, and wondered what his girlfriend, or more likely fuck bunny would think if she saw him and me now. This guy was really hot, and in a way that made me suspect he might be on steroids or some other PED. Pretty stupid form a health point of view, but no doubt good for my purposes. I quickly shoved three fingers up his ass, which I knew from before he’d like, and was alternating between a complete balls to chin deep throat with more shallow sucking and hand work while I caught my breath. After about 10 minutes, he started to grunt rhythmically and I felt his cock swell, so I jammed it down my throat again and held my breath while massaging his cock with my tongue and throat. He erupted in four huge jets then as I pulled back more dribbled out. It was delicious. He patted me on the head, briefly said thanks, as he zipped up and then left. On his way out he said that I should lube up and be ready next time, he wanted to split my ass open.
That got me hard so I sat there stroking off one last time, reliving the experience in my head. As I was finishing, I heard the stall next to me open, and the guy I didn’t realize was there climbed down from the toilet and walked around into my stall. He was playing on his phone which he quickly turned to show me had a pretty complete recording of my cock-sucking binge taken from the top of the partition. He explained that he was a private detective hired by my wife and boss, who had set this morning up including faking the flyer typo, thinking I might react this way I did. He then put down the phone and pulled out his coke can thick cock and said that he didn’t much like his clients and he had some sympathy for me, but he had to get something for his time. I started to offer cash when he laughed and waved his hard shaft at me. He said that after this morning, he wanted payment in a different form. He pointed at his still dry cock and demanded that I get to work. I looked at him and said ok, but would he consider plunging his foot-long in my butt and lubricating my ass with his cum? Turns out, he was very willing and even better good at that. He also was able to add another hardcore amateur gay video to his collection.
Later on, my boss looked like she was going to choke when I gave her a copy of his card along with my proof copy of the flyer showing it was correct. She made made an apology to the group, and nothing more was said about it.
Remembrance of encounters past: Amiable Amy (Part 1) [Mf]
Disclaimer: Though these stories are based on my real life experiences, these are just stories. The names and other details of the women and girls are change to protect their identities. I believe in discretion and safety of everyone. I am sharing these for enjoyment. Not here to hurt or harm anyone.
Introduction: Before we start, let me tell you a bit about where I am coming from. They say if you do not know where you are coming from, then you will never find where you are going.
I am a 48 year old white man. I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s in a suburbs of middle America. It was not all white, but mostly white neighborhood. And all middle class. My idea of and exposure to girls were different shades of white – from pale to ginger to tan – and black. When it came to black the shades did not register: someone was either black or not. So my experience and options for dating in my was mostly white with rare exception of black girls. Black girls were exciting but at that time a too large contrast for comfort. So my first wife was also white. We were normal couple: happy with normal things and normal sex life.
It’s the end of your day and you just parked your car.
You had a long mind numbing day at work and all you want is some attention from your husband. That’s too bad though because he’s been stuck at work like normal due to his workaholic nature. Both of you have opposite work schedule which makes intamacy difficult.
The parking lot echoes with the sound of your keys jingling in your hands as you grab your bag out the car. Subtle taps of from your heels as you make your way towards the elevator. You’re over it. The day is done and at this point your pussy is whispering in your ear to give her some attention right now. normally you’re good about keeping your cool but because of the pants you have on, the seam is riding up between your lips and gently brushing against your clit.
*ding* the elevator door opens and the neighbor one floor up smiles as he see’s you. You step in and could smell his cologne(dolce&gabana – light blue) waft into your nose.
A day in the life of Daddy and His kitten [MF] [D/s]
As always, kitten is the first to stir, roused from slumber before the sun hits the window panes. Like clockwork, the bullet embedded in kitten’s wet little kitty starts to buzz and pulse, causing her eyes to bolt open as waves of dizzying pleasure wrack her petite body. Kitten mewls and whines quietly for a moment, familiarizing her body with the deliciously agonizing pulse coming from in-between her legs as she prepares to perform her first duty of the day: Being Daddy’s personal cock-warming alarm clock.
With feline agility and stealth, kitten rustles underneath the bed sheets, resting her face in-between Daddy’s legs, careful not to rouse Him from His hard-deserved rest as she licks and kisses His shaft, drawing it into her wet little mouth. Buzzed, impetuous kitten fights off every instinct to bury Daddy’s stiff, throbbing cock down her throat and give Him loving, sloppy service, her intense aching and craving for Daddy’s big dick to fill her throat tempered by her dire need to wake Daddy in the manner that pleases Him most: By filling up His kitten’s hungry little mouth with His hot, delicious cream.
Have to check this myself-she thought (Oral)
MF
Hey you all… i’m starting this today / tonight and would love some help participation or comments….
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She felt this incredible, unpredictable softness again…. and melted in wetness with this feeling.
As her hands were working she thought of those twisted intriguing lines she read back when she wasn’t active herself. She remembered how shocked no… not shocked… rather amazed she got then.
How dare she … How dare she… This female famous author figure and herself appeared like mirrors in this moment she was experiencing again in her pursue of feeling this incredible and always unpredictable softness of male skin sex.
OH GOD Alan said at least that’s what she kind of heard GOD he seemed to be repeating.
Oh god she said in between her lips quietly, secretly and then went on WOULD YOU SHUT UP AT ONCE her voice sounded fierce assured this time.
He complied her demand as required and expected. As they agreed in a contact just before she allowed him to speak a word to her.
New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 266-268) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 266: Fears of Brittany (18++)
“Ahn~” Brittany moaned as she masturbated and gazed up above in awe of the superior futanari.
The big-titted futa’s tail moved forward and reassuringly caressed Brittany’s cheek.
“*It’s going to be alright*,” was what Brittany heard from such a caring action and lovingly brushed against the tail in response, as she would rub against the warm fur of a pussycat to comfort herself.
But when the tip of the sleek tail moved closer to Brittany’s lips, the blonde felt a different urge—hot and agitated from arousing herself with her hopeful, daydreaming fantasies—Brittany wanted to take the godly being’s tail in her mouth and suck on it like she sucked her cock before.
[MF] Study Date
I was a freshman in college, she was a senior, she knew a few of the guys in my fraternity and she always helped a bunch of us study, I asked her to help me with some of my notes for a history class, she asked me if I could meet her at library that evening, once I got there I went to the 3rd floor which was a study floor so it was very quiet, tables spread out a decent distance, most of the tables went along a glass wall that over looked the entrance and loved levels, the other side had book shelves in the middle and tables against the wall. She was sitting in the back corner away from the window at a table against the wall, wearing a blue sundress and a little sweater I was in jeans and a hoodie.
Alexander Thorrson. 5974 Beautiful Bursts of Semen
His love is for me, His thick cock is for me. His beautiful bursts of semen and all his intense joy, all this, my lover brings me.
When we are apart, my sexual worship becomes digital. God Bless iPhone technology! Five hundred miles distant, I can see my lover stroke his glorious erection, I enjoy him squeezing his balls, as he moans and comes for me. All this, my lover brings me.
And I save my best orgasms, And I save my best joy, And I save my cash, And I save my ambitions, And I save my best love, to share with the man I love.
Do not imagine for one moment the is the only man who comes for me. Many boys shoot cream for me, lovely boys in 40 nations. Google says I have 5974 followers in 40 nations. Each boy jacking his happy cock, gushing his cream, watching my videos. Each boy uses his imagination. And I am all for that!
These lovely boys, all 5974 of them, need and deserve exquisite orgasms, just as much as my own sweet lover. And I am glad to help.