So I'm walking to the pharmacy...

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phat in all the right places

One morning I decided to go down to the pharmacy before breakfast. Along the way I met - well, no, that's not exactly right - I noticed someone intently following me and turned to see this young, fresh face winking back. He said, Hi. I said, Hi, back. We chatted on the way to the pharmacy (that's right, interesting sex does happen without the Internet! That we were going to do it was a foregone conclusion) then went back to my room wherein I got to see the full bubbliness of his naked, brown Venezuelan booty -- not that it was hard to imagine through the well-fitting shorts he wore. But, oomph, the tan line was a helluva bonus!

We didn't just fuck. We fucked. And sweated like nobody's business.

We started with spit - and would've kept working at it because, hey, I was not going to let a tight squeeze stop me from going in - but then I remembered the MachoFactory lube sample and tore it open. Virgin tightness be gone! His Latino asshole slid down on my dick like a pound of hard butter over a hot knife. Made both our eyes widen. BOING!! The bed springs were singing goodMORning goodMORning, goodMORning, goodMORning.... He rode my dick until he came all over my stomach -- hands free! "Good," I said, appreciating he came without touching himself. "But I still have to cum." His reply was priceless. He caught his breath and grinned, "Of course!"

interesting sex does happen without the Internet!

I told him to lay on his stomach and started grinding the fuck against his meaty cheeks. It is so, so hot when a bottom cums and can still take a pounding -- without tina, thank you!! "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!" Now I ask you: How could I not reward that bootylicious hunger with a creamy load?  I busted a big ass nut all over the small of his back. How big? When he stood up, a couple globs of cum plopped to the ground.  

You couldn't get a better sexcapade if you spent hours dicking around social media (but what do I know? I don't use that bullshit...just making an observation from all the overworked thumbs I see everywhere). What I do know is this: a breakfast of hot bubble butt beats a cup of Joe any morning of the week!