Shane won out, and he pumped a sizable load down my throat b..
Added 2025-02-03 01:53:12 +0000 UTCShane won out, and he pumped a sizable load down my throat before we even got to Twin Peaks. Good thing I had the head of his cock in the back of my throat, or I might have spilled some. I love it when the head of a dick is way back in my throat when it unloads the balls and sends a thick load down to my stomach. The only bad part is I don’t get to taste it. I get to feel the warm, thick load slowly work its way down to my stomach, and that’s good enough. Though, the aftertaste is strong when I throat pie a dick. I do like that. Anyway, I killed the taste of Shane’s freshly dumped sperm in my throat with an icy cold beer followed by wings. I had one beer, which will probably last me for the month. The funny thing is, I drink more sperm than I do alcohol. Even weirder, I get more of a high on jizz than I do on booze. Go figure. We did our thing and then went back to his place and sat on his back porch together. Of course, I was sitting on his dick…playing now you see it, now you don’t with his cock. We had wonderful sex for about 30 minutes just like that until he lifted me off and fucked me like he owned my pussy from behind. Nothing like having a fantastic orgasm from being bent over the patio table and having a steel-hard cock working its way in and out of your guts. I admit, the table was like a bargain $59.99 set which is fine but makes for a wobbly purchase when you have a dick working its magic in your belly. He pumped his second load inside of me, and when he pulled out, his jizz drained on his patio floor. I doubt he will clean it up. Guys don’t care about that stuff too much. He’ll probably let the rain get it cleaned up. I rode home with a sperm-drenched crotch, which made my seat damp. I had Scott clean it up.
