More Arrests At Theatair X

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. The police promised they'd do this. The arrests happened last Friday, but I, in my sinus-medicine haze, didn't hear about them until yesterday when my boyfriend casually mentioned seeing something about it on the news. In fact, the raid was coordinated with one of the local television stations, and the dudes were filmed coming out of the store in handcuffs.

All four of these guys are familiar-looking to me. They were regulars. I've done at least one of them. Could have been me.

So what happens now? TheatairX is done as a cruising spot, at least for the next little bit (as in: year or two or three). I can't imagine anybody going there now.

It's a good thing I had this cold. I had started to think that TheatairX might be on-limits again -- had even gone back there once, as you know if you've been following the blog -- but no more. The evangelical organization that is driving this harassment is peppering the police with complaints, and even setting up their own investigations. They're getting funding directly from the state of Indiana, via the sale of specialized licence plates! That's not cool. The police have decided it's more important to appear to be listening to them, and to help them achieve their agenda, than to accept payout money from TheatairX (I'm just guessing here, but come on -- the place has been around, with its dozens of gloryholes, and remained mostly undisturbed, for about 40 years; there has to have been a relationship of some sort with the police). I guess I don't blame the police. Defending a gloryhole playground is difficult, politically, anywhere, but especially in a small southern exurb.

Fortunately, there are plenty of other places around, and, even more fortunately, all of them are in a different police jurisdiction than TheatairX, so one police department living in fear of one crazy right-wing Christian hate group can't ruin everything everywhere. Most of the other places are in Louisville proper -- a much larger city, with a much more politically and religiously diverse population, where it will be far more difficult (but not impossible!) for one little group of assholes to bully the police into servicing their radical anti-sex agenda. None of the other places are as clean or as active as TheatairX was, though. I'm pretty sure I caught my cold sitting on a nasty leather chair in a theater at one of the places in town. But that's the way it goes. I'll take hand sanitizer.

So that's what happens. Most of the activity will simply migrate over the bridge, but not all. I'm sure some of those southern Indiana guys are scared to death to drive in Louisville (it's hilariously a common thing among people I know who live there -- they think that they'll get hurt in "the big city" just by virtue of crossing the bridge; they have fantasies of getting lost in Louisville's vast and violent traffic patterns, I guess), so they'll just have to figure out some other place to go. I guess Bloomington? There's one bookstore there. It's okay, especially during exam week. It's pretty far to drive, though. As for the original primary clientele, the truckers, I'm sure they'll just hang tight until they get to the ABS near Horse Cave, Kentucky (if they're going South), or the ones close to Chicago (if they're going north). A few hours isn't that much of a delay if you're driving for several days already, as part of your job. I'll miss them, but ah well. They weren't my favorites anyway.

Young Arabic Guy with Awkwardly Curved Cock Filled My Ass

I went to one of the theater/bookstores out in southwestern Louisville. Nobody there but me, two very old dudes who were asleep in the theater, and a young Arabic guy, maybe 20 or 21: skinny, sweet face with heavy eyebrows, not much of a chin but beautiful eyes. I've seen him there before, even sucked him briefly, but never got him off, for reasons that will be apparent in a moment.

He went into a booth, didn't lock the door. I pulled it open. He looked suspiciously over his shoulder. I mimed sucking a cock by moving my fist in front of my mouth. He nodded me in. I dropped immediately to my knees and he pulled his cock out and I remembered. It's a nice, thick cock but it curves in a "C" from the root down under his balls, very, very, very circular and stiff to the point where it's kind of hard to suck. I mean: because of that particular curve, it's actually easy to get down the throat, but you can't really get a good rhythm going because it's so steeply curved. You have to kind of go slowly up and down and make sure you move your throat in exactly the right way as it tries to go down.

I started pulling on my big manboobs and his eyes lit up. He reach down and squeezed them. So I pulled him in close and got him to fuck my tits for a while. "You like my tits?" I asked him. "Oh yes," he said, no trace of an accent. "You oughta fuck me like a girl," I said, and he told me to turn around.

This took even more care and cautiousness than the sucking. He did get it in eventually but he wasn't able to move it around much. Just slightly in and out. He kept rubbing my back and reaching around and playing with my tits and belly, though, and making lots of sounds like he was loving it. Every now and then he would pull out and play with my hole, just touch it with the very tips of his fingers. Then he'd put it back in.

After a while he pulled out completely and started finger fucking me, really hard and fast, the way girls frag their own pussies in porn movies. I pretended to like it (I liked that he wanted to do it but I wasn't into the actual sensation of it). Then he put it back in. This time I squatted down lower, propping myself up with the chair in the booth, and he got it much deeper inside me than before.

I didn't think he came. He went back and forth a bit then got dressed and left, and kept cruising. Once I got home, though, I discovered (by shitting his cum) that he had dumped quite a load in me. Unless he just loosened up some other, previous guy's load, which I suppose could be what happened, because I'm generally filled with jizz most all of the time.

I Rubbed The Dead Jizz from the Condom onto My Asslips

I have three notes on my phone about this one particular day, and I don't remember anything about these guys or the sex I had with them except for the notes that I took. That's the breaks when you're as much of a slut as I am. I'm currently writing these blog posts about two months behind my actual experiences, depending on the notes. Usually the notes I take spark an actual full-blown memory. Sometimes, like now, they don't.

I'd like to get more caught up so that I can write about the sex almost as soon as I have it, and remember everything better, but it's difficult to do when you have as much sex as I have. I'm trying to catch up today! Anyway, the date I'm talking about is apparently mid-to-late September. I'm not even going to try to fill out my notes imaginatively, because that would be a lie. I'm just going to write down what the notes say, and let you fill it in from there in your own imagination.

-- Fat bull moose with tight foreskin fucked my face hard; redheaded and mean-looking

-- Other fat trucker fucked me through gloryhole, didn't get good look at him

-- Hot young black guy huge dick fucked me with condom. I dug it out of the trash after he left booth and rubbed his dead jizz on my asslips

Girl Tells Her Boyfriend to Fuck Me Through Gloryhole

You have probably noticed that I get annoyed by the large number of straight couples who cruise the adult bookstore on the weekends. I usually stay out of there on weekends, as a matter of fact, because of them. It's not actually the couples who are problematic, though: it's the lonely-loser straight guys who clutter the halls, yammering loudly and waiting for them. I know what you might be thinking, and no: they're worse than the cocksuckers like me, who clutter the halls. More desperate. Also louder. More social. They travel like a pack of sharks. That's what the weekends are like, there.

Weekdays, you mostly still have normal cocksuckers and cocksuckees. When a straight couple comes in, they get ignored, more often than not, by the cocksuckers lining the walls. Which is what happened the day I'm telling you about -- my notes indicate that it was sometime in mid-September. This very cute guy -- just my type, short-cropped hair, a little bit of a beer belly, mid-twenties to early thirties, tattooes, stupid look on his fat-lipped face -- walks in with his chubby blond girlfriend and they go immediately into a gloryhole booth. Since this wasn't a weekend, there were no straight guys waiting around for them, so nobody goes in.

Finally, bored, I decided to do so. I looked in the hole, and the girl's face was there. She immediately stuck her pussy up to the hole.

I left the booth. No offense, but I've got no use for pussy.

An hour passed. Still, nobody went in there. I was still bored.

I went back into the booth, but instead of looking through the hole, I thought I'd see what happened if I just stuck my asshole up to it.

I heard her rustle around. Then I heard them whispering. He laughed, kind of embarrassedly, but she kept whispering with urgency. Then I felt the head of his cock poke through the hole.

This wasn't one of the super-large gloryholes I usually get fucked through, just a normal-sized hole, about the diameter of a soda can. I kept my ass to the hole but I did lean forward a bit and look back to make sure. His cock completely filled the diameter of the hole, that's how thick it was. He was only getting the head through at first. It was also already covered in slime, which was not spit and was not lube. I think it was actual pussy-juice, but what do I know? I arched back on it, took the head, and heard him groan -- it was more of an "argh" like somebody had hurt him, but I don't think it hurt him. He kept pushing and pushing and eventually got his whole cock through the (for him) tight gloryhole, and into my (not at all) tight manpussy. I heard her whispering to him the whole time. I was afraid he would scrape his dick on the sides of the gloryhole and not want to fuck me, so I rode up and down on his cock, allowing him to just stick it through and hold it still, until he unloaded in me. Which he did, with a really mean-sounding scream, like one of those Marine calls or something. "HRrrrah."

One of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.

I don't mind couples at the bookstore so much anymore, now that I know how to handle them!

What I don't know is whether or not she told him that it was a guy's ass or if she tried to convince him it was a girl's, or if she even knew, or cared, herself.

Last Wednesday I Made at Least 11 Guys Cum

Last Wednesday I sucked cock from about 6:30 am to about 2:00 pm at the adult bookstore. Almost an eight hour work day! I counted the loads as I went, but I didn't take notes. I was too busy! I hope I remember them all. I will try! If the following post doesn't include 13 guys (11 in my mouth, two in my ass), that means I either miscounted while working the gloryhole, or I have forgotten some of them. Let's see ...

The first was a blond guy with a large curvy dick. He looked to be in his early thirties -- Little League coach type of a guy. The head was especially large, but the whole thing was large. It curved to my right (his left). I sucked it through the gloryhole, and put it in my ass for a little while, but it didn't stay hard in my ass, so I sucked some more. I got him off with my mouth, mostly, but unfortunately I had just pulled off to think about putting it in my ass again when he came. A lot of his cum went into my hand. I put my mouth back on it and took the rest, then wiped the cum on my hand onto my asshole, for lube for later cocks.

Next was a very handsome, clean black guy in a button-down shirt and business slacks. He had one of those dicks that turns completely to the side -- I have only encountered two of those in my life, but apparently they are a thing. Starts normally-oriented at the base, but then twists on its own axis as it goes out until the head is 90 degrees from normal, even though the cock itself is straight as a stick.

Despite that one weirdness, it was a fairly substantial cock, maybe 8 or 9 inches long, two or three wide. I sucked him for a while through the gloryhole, then put my ass to the hole and managed to get him into me. He fucked into me for a while then pulled out. I'm always afraid I will lose them at that point -- that they are freaking out for the anal play -- so I jumped down into a squat and started licking my lips at the hole. He, indeed, had been putting his cock back into his pants, but decided to give me another taste.

After sucking it for a little while more, I still wanted it in my ass very badly. It just felt like the kind of cock that needed to go into my ass. Good cocks for ass tend to be tender to the touch, and fat and long, of course, and more sensitive than the normal kind. When you lick the sides, you can feel the man shiver. That's how you know that this will be a good cock for ass. This was definitely a good cock for ass.

I tried it again, and this time he fucked me until he came. I turned and squatted again and he told me to "clean it off," which I did. He stayed hard, so I sucked on it for a while longer. Which turned into a long while longer. So then, what the hell, I put it back into my ass again, and he fucked another load into me -- taking much longer, but really giving my prostate a solid massage. I was so loose and lubed up that he was able to pull all the way out and slam it all the way back in, toward the end there. He was moaning more than I was!

Interlude. Those two guys shot their loads into my mouth and ass within about thirty minutes of one another. They were the sum total of the pre-work crowd, I think. It was about 7 or 7:30 by now. The cleaning staff -- two Mexicans, only one of whom is kind of do-able -- showed up, turned all the lights on in the arcade, and started cleaning. This is the danger of arriving too early at my favorite bookstore. I went out into the main part of the store to wait until they finished. It took them about and hour or two before they got fully done.

Next was a blond-haired forty-something guy with acne pits on his face, and bright blue eyes. He invited me into a booth with him. He got up on his stool, laid back into the wall, and spread his legs wide so that I could eat his ass and balls while sucking his cock. When he came, I happened to have my mouth off of it (this doesn't usually happen -- twice in one day! bad cocksucker!) and it went all over my neck and shirt before I got it back into my mouth. He came a lot. He warned me about having some on my neck and I told him that I've been seen in public with cum in worse places than that before.

Next was a guy with a mean-looking face and a beer belly. Other than that, he was pretty hot, with strong arms and legs, a really masculine attitude. His cock was short, about five inches, but very fat, and it had a deliciously clean & tender foreskin that hugged the sides of the head, never covering the head itself. I like that in a foreskin. Also a constant dribble of pre-cum drool came out of the slit. A good cock for serious sucking. He was a real mouth-fucker, not giving me the opportunity to do any of the work myself. He fucked in and out, and also up and down, making me move my head around to keep up with where he was going. This particular gloryhole is more like a slot, about 7 inches up and down and three inches wide. He wallowed around and humped that wall deliriously, like it was a big fat whore, and my mouth just had to guess where his cock was going to be going next and meet him there. I tried to get him to fuck me in my ass but he actually left the stall when he saw my ass at the hole. I jumped out and followed him to the next gloryhole, where I finished him off, and never put my ass up to the hole. I don't know if he realized I was the same mouth that he had been fucking before, or not. When he came in my mouth (really right on the verge of my throat) he said, "Oh. Yes. God."

Next was a chubby blond guy that had a large Prince Albert piercing. These usually get in the way, but I was able to suck him off -- probably because his cock was so plump and pleasing. I managed to get him into my ass for a little while, but there was no way that was going to work. Prince Alberts, especially ones this large -- the ring gauge was about as thick as a pencil, strike me as the most annoying and least functional of all the piercings. He came in my mouth.

The sixth guy was another handsome black guy. This one's a regular here. He's either gay or bi (he watches gay movies), but I don't mind, because he is so hot, and because he seems to be a complete top. He looks like a slightly pudgy version of LL Cool J. He has fucked me once before through the gloryhole. His cock is enormous. It's at least five or six inches around -- kind of oval-shaped, flat on the top and bottom and fat on the sides -- and 8 or 9 inches long.

This day, I kept going into gloryhole booths and sticking my ass to the hole, hoping he would follow, but he didn't. When I was standing around outside, though, he would stand near me and fondle his cock.

Finally I went into a non-gloryhole booth, and he followed me in. I sucked it a while. I was able to take it all the way down! I hadn't expected to be able to get that thing all the way into my throat. Then I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he did. I found it more difficult to take without the gloryhole between us. When there's a gloryhole involved, the bottom has a little bit of control. If the cock is coming on too hard, I can pull away a little bit, and he can't follow me because of the wall. That wasn't the case in the booth. He fucked the living daylights out of me, shoving it in so hard I couldn't breathe, and slamming it back out so hard I didn't want to. I hardly ever grunt and whine when I'm getting fucked, because I am such a loose, pussy-assed fag, but I swear I sounded like a teenage virgin. Toward the end, I shot a little bit of very runny, liquid shit out (I felt it spray my legs) and I was humiliated, but either he didn't notice or he didn't care. I tried to pull up and away, but he was all, "No, I'm cumming, wait, wait." After he came, he thanked me and left. I grabbed some paper towels to clean off my leg and the floor.

Next was a wiry construction-worker type guy with curly salt and pepper hair. His cock tasted sweet, weirdly. He came almost as soon as I got it in my mouth through the gloryhole.

Load number eight came from another pudgy trucker-type guy. This one had a fairly small cock. I liked the tattoos on his arms and neck. He had a goatee and a face shaped like an anvil. Came in my mouth through the gloryhole.

By now I'm getting overly excited because I'm within striking distance of my all-time record for taking loads in one day (15). I hardly ever get past five loads in one cruising day -- six or seven on a really good day. To have reached 8 so easily made me think maybe this is the day I beat my record. Every time a new guy came in, I'd say, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine."

I said this about a skinny, very handsome black-haired guy with thick matted chest and arm hair (the kind that goes down past the wrists), but by now it was noon, and there was a lot of competition. He went into a booth, immediately followed by one of the other queens hanging around.

Then a tubby but very cute and bearish tattooed guy came in. C. Everett Coop beard, big strong arms, fat gut, smiley face. I said, "You're number nine, you're number nine, you're number nine" to myself. But he disappeared in the crowd.

Then it just happened that the queen who had jumped into the booth beside my skinny, hairy guy came out. I guess they didn't like each other. I jumped in and squatted. He already had his cock out. Fairly long, nice big head, not completely hard. I sucked it a while, then he reached through the hole (this particular booth has a very large, square gloryhole) and grabbed my face in his hands. He positioned my face so that my chin was pushed all the way through the hole, and my forehead was all the way back, a weird and uncomfortable angle. But it also happened to the the angle that allowed him to stick his cock straight down my throat with no problems. Which he did. He fucked his load into me quickly after that, just two or three strokes directly into my breathing-hole.

I stayed on my knees when he left, and who should appear but the tubby bearish tattooed guy. He just came directly into the door, pulled his cock out and shoved it through, no questions asked. He had a very small, very hard little cock -- about four inches long, fairly thin, hard as a piece of silverware. I enjoyed sucking it, especially because I knew that he knew that I had just finished up the guy in "line" in front of him. So instead of number nine, he was number ten. Didn't take him long.

I walked around a bit after that. I sucked off one more tubby guy -- went into a booth with him. He had a very bulbous belly and no belly button. He said, "I'm going to fill you up." Just as he was cumming, I got a cramp in my foot (I was on my knees, my feet were bent back on themselves, I was wearing flip-flops) but I managed to gobble down load number eleven in that state.

I walked around for hours after that. Nothing much showed up. The place died after lunch. Now, I distinctly remember thinking that I had done 13 guys, but all I can remember here is 11. Either way, I didn't make my record! Still, thirteen loads, or even eleven loads, is a lot of loads for one slut in one day, I think anybody would agree. Wouldn't you agree?

I hope before I get too old to attract good cock that I can someday suck 20 in one day. That's my current goal.

I Just Shat a Load of Jizz

Saturday I sucked off a pear-shaped guy at the ABS in Indiana. I'm not talking about his dick. I'm talking about the guy. He said he didn't want to get sucked, that he just wanted me to play with it. I was in the both with him, on my knees. I did play with it a little while but eventually it ended up in my mouth, somehow. Don't look at me like that. He didn't put up any kind of fight. Soon as it went in, he came.

Today I went back over there. Sucked off a tall 30-something redneck-type guy with one of those "C. Everett Coop" beards that goes around the edge of the face but never quite makes it into the face. I went into the booth with this one, too. I wasn't sure if he was cruising -- he was very rednecky -- but he did leave his door unlocked. I figured I might as well take a peek. Sure enough, he was sitting on the stool with his cock out and his hands on his hips in a "well, hurry up and give me my blowjob" kind of pose. Awesomeness! He had a fairly small, very sensitive cock. When he was getting ready to cum he said, "You better stop, you better stop, I'm going to cum." I pulled off, but I kept the tip of my tongue on it. I looked up at him: "You don't want to cum?" From the look on his face, I think it had never occurred to him that I might want to take the cum. I went straight down on it, all the way to the base, and he shot in my mouth just immediately. His tender little balls curled up tight together right under my lower lip. I've never seen balls pull up that tight and high and yet remain so, well, ball-like and hard.

There was a tall, thin black guy with a very fat uncircumcised cock in one of the gloryhole booths. I made the finger-signal at the hole, but he didn't acknowledge it. I left. I got bored about twenty minutes later and checked on him again. He was still in there, still playing with his very hard cock, still watching straight movies. I decided to put my ass up to the hole and see if that's what he was looking for. It was. He put it through immediately. His dick was pretty fat and long -- I'm guessing most guys have a hard time taking it. As soon as I got it all the way in, he came, pulled out of the hole, put his pants on, and left, just like that. I didn't even have time to zip up before I heard the front door of the arcade banging shut.

I might go back out. I shat a huge load of thick, milky jizz just now. It's got me horny again.

I've Sucked 3 More Since Last Post

Renovation at the ABS in Indiana is complete. You'll be happy to know that after replacing the old TVs with new TVs (and getting rid of the gloryholes in the process), they went back in and put the gloryholes back in -- larger, in some cases. I don't know why they got rid of them while putting the new TVs in. Weird.

I kind of miss the old gloryholes -- the ones that were there until about a month ago. Those were the exact gloryholes I've been taking cock through for more than two decades. I had my sentimental memories, you know? Silly, but true.

This is the second time in as many months that they've gotten rid of all the gloryholes then put them back. The first time it happened, "straight guy needing a blowjob" traffic died down immediately and didn't come back for a while. We're still in the "died down" phase right now. Lots of cocksuckers hanging out, but very few cocks. Accordingly, my standards are still a little lower than usual.

The first guy I want to tell you about was middle-aged, black haired, walked with a limp, had a very big, nice cock that pointed hard to his left, and banged his head on the wall on the other side when he came. He was the only guy I got off that night, though I did mess around with a few others who didn't cum.

Generally, if a guy doesn't cum, I don't count him as having had sex with me.

That was, I think, this past Wednesday.

Last night, I sucked two cocks. On Friday and Saturday nights at this place there's usually a number of straight couples who stop by and have sex in the booths, and they have their own 'fans' who hang out and wait for them -- usually chubby, unhappy-looking straight guys. The gloryhole interruption has put a crimp in that arrangement, just like it has for my kind of cruising. There were a handful of the straight guys hanging out waiting for couples, but no couples. I managed to suck off two of these guys. I know they were there for the couples because I've seen them cruise couples before -- they run around in packs, whispering to each other, heading each other off at the pass, worse than queens about it. I've also seen them "score" before. So their straight creds are real. I think they only did it with me last night because I was a last resort.

Both were pudgy guys with beards, kind of wheezy. The first one, who I've sucked before, has a very nice, big, fat cock. I went into a booth with him to suck it. The second guy let me suck him through the gloryhole, but only after he had been there for several hours. Like I said: last resort.

I hope it picks up soon.

The Cruising Gods Must Be Punishing Me ...

... for having such a good time last Tuesday night.

I went to the same book store tonight only to find that they'd blocked off one of the rows and one of the aisles with plyboard -- basically cutting the whole space down by 1/3. I'm not good at describing spatial relationships, so I'll draw pictures instead. Here's what the space used to look like:

Here's what the space looks like now:

With the old layout, there was just more circulation and tactical maneuverability. Somebody could come in and you could double around and catch him coming the other way, instead of following his ass like the desperate old queens do. And so on. With the new layout, cruisers get stuck in the dead ends and collect along the walls, standing in front of the booth doors giggling with each other and gossiping. I find this kind of atmosphere kills the sexy-- it makes me irritable, for one thing, and it also scares off the "straight" guys I like, because the space they're entering just feels too, well, frankly, nellie, when you've got a bunch of cackling queens in a knitting circle. The guys I'm after don't like to be reminded that they're here for, you know, the gay. The only way to get a guy, even if he did run the gauntlet, is if he happened to go into the booth directly beside where you chose to stand -- there's no chasing around corners or out-smarting the followers, with this layout. It's more luck-of-the-draw.

I don't like it.

I left after five minutes.

Hopefully they're doing something interesting with that blocked-off space, though (that it has its own door -- the one that used to be the exit -- is intriguing). 

Last Tuesday Load #s 5 & 6: Two Gays

I usually try to avoid gay guys.

Let me define "gay," since some of you may be confused about this. "Gay," for the purposes of my cruising definition (which may be different from the definition I use when I use the word in other contexts) means: openly acknowledging of one's own homosexuality. I prefer to suck off guys who think they're straight, is another way of putting it.

So: if a guy's watching a gay movie in the booth, no matter how hot he is, I generally avoid him. Because he knows he's gay.

Also: if he wants to suck my dick, or get fucked by me, my interest usually evaporates immediately. Because he knows he's gay.

Last Tuesday, though, after taking four loads, I was on fire with lust, so I didn't care as much as usual. I did two obviously gay guys in a row.

The first was an older guy in a Hawaiian shirt who was watching a gay movie. He stuck his cock through the hole (tiny, curved upward), and I didn't even bother trying to suck on it. I just wanted loads in my ass at this point. I just stuck my ass directly onto his dick, figuring that if he didn't want to fuck me, I wasn't that much into it anyway.

He did want to fuck me.

Or, rather, I should say: he came immediately. I'm not sure if he wanted to fuck me or not, really.

The second guy was super-hot in a hipster way. He's the one I mentioned earlier with the weird Mesopotamian-looking beard that curved like waves. He was in his twenties (I swear I'm not usually popular with young guys -- don't know what was up last Tuesday -- the fish were biting, I guess). He caught my eye as I passed him, then followed me, cruising me heavily.

I went into a booth with a hole. He dropped to his knees. What the hell, I thought. I stuck my dick through. He sucked it for just a second, then stood up and stuck his through.

Again, I was just horned-out on my ass at this point. Which is not my usual thing. But I'd taken so many loads up there, I felt like I wanted to make it a record-breaking night. Not that I actually know how many loads I've had in my ass on an actual record-breaking night. But either way. I was getting ass-greedy.

I stuck my ass to his cock. He groaned. We fucked back and forth. His cock was rock, rock hard, curved and thick. It actually hurt a little bit (another thing that's rare for me), mostly because of how hard it was, and how sharply he was jerking it in and out, not the size. He came, he left, I pulled up my pants and went looking for more.

Load # 3: Did I Mention I Like to Get Titty-Fucked?

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