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“Is it for pleasure or for finances?” – I know the exact source of this mindless dribble clearly fed into the incredibly sexy, brawny but clearly not overly bright pipe layer. Until yesterday I didn’t fully appreciate the irony of his job and that he took his job so literal. Zoos, meet me, sex around me, hookup sites and more- clearly I have an STD positive test in my future. My pussy wants to shrivel up at the very thought of the sheer quantity of skanny pussies he’s plowed through. My stomach acid is irritating my throat. In want to throw up in my own mouth at how stupid I was. I was blinded by the beauty of his perfect gerth/length ratio.

Even steaming mad I find myself getting wet at the very memory of his stiff cock sliding into my sweet box – seemingly sculpted to hit every sensitive honey spot. His Dick made me cum in ways no other had hit before. I’m half tempted to push my luck and ask to make a mold of it for future self pleasure why is the sweetest Cox attached to the most immoral selfish man? Seems like a waste and lordy lordy my ass will never be f***** better than he did the magical way he gave Ram it in sometimes with next to nothing warm up no anal ease and which is one quick two-finger swipe of spit he find my tie starfish no resistance very little discomfort just eye-rolling orgasm pleasure I always wanted a harder and deeper I don’t think a homo with a 12 inch Rod could navigate my ass better than my pipelayer. I can feel my pussy tingle with lust even as I suppress the urge to smother his now sleeping face with a pillow. I fight back the urge to rape him I quickly do an inventory of my nearest rope. If this is the end I suspect a very well maybe I still want one more orgasm his will Navigator tongue fingers buried into my wet eager cut his other hand presses down on my lower abdomen that man is Napoleon of the G-Spot I yearn to squirt for him his beautiful his eyes look up from in between my tight trembling legs f*** he standing I’ve never been able to read him I tried like hell I wanted to I wanted to please him on the levels he made me climax on. He’s my dream man- roughneck, Built solid. my hands on his bare chest my finger and compass with his curly chest hair every opportunity he gave me to touch his solid masculine chest was like heaven I’ve never craved a man on such a primal level. Lately he has spontaneously been kissing the nape of my neck it was ecstasy if he only knew how much I loved it. I cherish every random intimate touch from him they were so few and far and in between each one was like the entire solar system froze- my breath always caught, shocked I may be dreaming but silently screaming “more more please!?!” breathless in anticipation that there may be a follow-up one. Rarely was there . I think I loved him for him not allowing me to love him. He is my unicorn. I feel hypocritical for the things I said to Jason – I didn’t get it then- now I understand. I won’t miss his Personality or lack of compassion, respect or intimacy but his Drive strength and radiant manliness I craved, loved and need.