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Young Buck, Pretty Cock

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Well-groomed, hot-body, not the brightest bulb in the box, but I wasn’t looking for someone to talk to. At least not in the intellectual manner. The cock was pretty. I was impressed and I have laid on eyes on a lot of cock. It’s the type of cock that should be used as a mold for dildos. Seriously. He was very proud of his abdominal muscles and of re-iterating the fact that he had done 500 crunches that morning. This was, of course, a segway for him to lift his shirt, which leads to the shirt coming off and my hand running across the muscles and down into the pants. For what? Pretty cock. Did I mention how cleanly shaved he was? I mean balls and everything. Not a hair to impede any sort of access to the cock. I’m going to take at stab at this and say it was at least ten inches. And tan, as he also has a thing for tanning beds.

Young Buck likes things rough. I was a bit shocked when he grabbed me around the throat, to the point where I actually said, out loud, “Oh, you’re one of those.” He replied with, “Shut the fuck up and take off your pants.” He was physical. He liked to stand on the bed and tear it up from behind, which was rather amazing considering he was 6’3″. “I wish you could see this,” he was able to grunt out while riding me, standing, as I was on all fours with my ass tilted high towards him. I wish I could too, but the mirrors in the room were poorly placed in relation to the bed. He switched positions quickly, not really giving me the chance to get my own thing going on. At some point, Young Buck’s pretty cock was back in my mouth and before I could even touch myself he had shot off. That was a bit of a let down. He then told me to spit it out (duh, asshole). I guess he’s used to women doing that because we only swallow when we’re in love.

Then, he left. Not that I mind, because I find it difficult sleeping next to strange and I really wanted to sleep, but I was engorged. That’s right, I had a case of female blue balls because I had not gotten mine when Young Buck decided to peace out. I sang vibrato for a minute, if you get my drift, to take care of things. It’s going to be a few more years before Young Buck thinks less about himself and more about the pussy laid open before him. Making a man cum is easy, making a woman cum is a phenomenal skill and a thing of beauty to behold. A man with a certain amount of sexual prowess wears the making of a woman climaxing like a notch on his belt, or on his bed post, which ever is closer. What’s the point of a pretty cock if you’re not going to use it to spread joy and peace through the land? Such a waste…

Written by whiptcreeem

August 12, 2010 at 9:27 pm

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  1. “We only swallow when we’re in love.” Aw, poetry.

    sarge

    August 18, 2010 at 9:36 am


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