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—————————————————— Cock Hungry Slut. Note: This is a true account of my third sexual experience with another male. Everything; including the events, names, and ages of the characters have not been changed and stay true to life. Trust me when I say it, this is EXACTLY handjob how it happened: What the fuck is up you buttercups, it’s ya boy Kenny, back at it again vintage with another story for ya’ll. It’s been just under a year since my first one but, nonetheless, hope you enjoy reading as much as I love sucking haha. 19/04/18 - Thursday. Fuck, don’t dirty you just hate getting sick? I’ve been hit hard with it ALL too; sore and choked up throat, blocked nose, runny nose and a terrible fever… Naturally the only thing to do was to lay in bed and contemplate life, complain about being sick, eat tasteless food, watch Youtube & Netflix (not chill, get your head out of the gutter.), look at memes, try to find guys on a particular messenger that starts with a "K" but I cannot mention on this site, and then complain about being sick some more when I couldn’t meet up. So I was cruising on that particular messenger that starts with a "K" but I cannot mention on this site, again, looking for guys in my area. It had been exactly 3 weeks since my last experience with a guy (my second guy, nsa. Not worth writing a story about, hence why I’m skipping to my third guy) and I wasn’t really satisfied with him. I was craving some new action badly, willing to beg for it. I had become a cock hungry slut… 21/04/18 - Saturday. ‘Fuck sake! Nothing is working out!’. I scream to myself. Frustrated; sexually, physically, mentally. All the guys I wanna hook up with are on the other Big Tits side of town. We laid still for a few more minutes, then dirty I began to slowly fuck her. I let him know that I would be available to meet her just after lunch so I could close out some studies in the morning. “That sounds hot! I will do all I can to make handjob sure you don't hurt anymore." You know, some of us actually have better things we could be doing.” I squeezed them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Nothing special, just a kiss on the lips, but remember keep your eyes open. “You're my daughter. Darlene invited her, and Ms. Style sounded thrilled to have her there. you both have your COCKS out don't you, and I can't even see a thing!" she pouted. After dinner was over, she walked up behind him as he was doing the dishes and hugged him. The thing's penis throbbed against her armored thigh and it began to grind against her. “Do you want me…” she didn’t let me finish this time. Reward or reprimand? “Doing what?” the judge Ciro interrupted. Maid arrived at my side with a cocktail and suggested I relax in the living room until dinner was served. He had that, but it didn’t last long so he got some dope dealer pal to bring him some too. Especially as a hell of a lot of women would love to see men’s cocks more often. I finally agreed to wear it to a nightclub; a new one in a city about 25 miles away. Jade began to take on the Big Tits challenge that was his cock, slowly taking it into her maw, the boy vintage placing a hand upon her hair and encouraging her to go further. "WHAT MORE CAN WE DO TO TORMENT THESE BEAUTIES, SWEETHEART?" he toyed as he squeezed and pinched her nipples. Not in a dirty way, unless she likes to do it without protection. “Yes, very. “I was joking,” Melanie said hesitantly. "You know, can take, can give, usually depends on my partner, really." I could smell the cologne wafting off his shirt, almost intoxicatingly sensual. I used the wash cloth to clean around her pussy and between the folds of her lips. Her tight slacks highlighted her arse as she walked and her obviously bra-less tits wiggled. “Dude you know my luck with women.