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The Wet Dream Chronicles
She looked like an all day love session with yummy pastel colored licorice lips, big boobies, a flat tummy, sweet smelling delicious tasting warm chunky pudding cherry pie and an ass so fat it would make you cum quick. She's the type of chick that turns stamina daddies and Mr. Tan pon it long into Missy Elliot’s disappointing one minute men. I didn’t nut that fast fearing embarrassment, but fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to bust all over her phatness and pretty chocolate tits and watch my semen drip like the frosting on some hot pillsbury toaster strudels.
I woke up laying on my stomach, my pillow wet from drool, my cock throbbing and feeling bruised from hardcore grinding hard on my mattress, my underwear soaked with cum and no #QueenB laying next to me. What the fuck, I shouted, sucking my teeth looking vex like a motherfucker.
I woke up laying on my stomach, my pillow wet from drool, my cock throbbing and feeling bruised from hardcore grinding hard on my mattress, my underwear soaked with cum and no #QueenB laying next to me. What the fuck, I shouted, sucking my teeth looking vex like a motherfucker.
Published 3rd Oct 2016
| Edited 7th Apr 2018
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