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In my defense, he is dating other girls.
- Cub: Bom dia, linda.
- Me: Umm... wrong girl. Dick.
- Cub: lol. Linda means beautiful in Portuguese.
- Me: Oh... Now I feel like the dick...(still checks google translate just to make sure...)
Tee hee. Oh vodka. Thanks for encouraging my friends to go whichever way their hearts desire.
He told me he would insist that I sit on his face. And he did.
My thoughts were wandering, I wasn’t focused. It had been such a long day. But suddenly he shifted his angle and my tiptoe-ing mind surrendered to the wave of pressure between my legs and I gasped. “You gonna squirt on my face baby?” He said quickly.
“There’s no way.” I thought, countless hours have been spent in that position, me trying desperately to squirt and make it happen, but to no avail. And suddenly, so suddenly, it happened.
I felt that release and cried out, but immediately jumped back off of his mouth, he was laughing and I was shocked, my hand to my face in disbelief. “Did I seriously just do that?” I asked. “I’d say. It was a mouthful,” he replied, chuckling at my amazement. I shied away, blushing a bit but he wrapped his arms around my thighs and said “Do it again, Heart.” He pulled me back down onto his tongue and within moments I could feel myself losing control, I squirted but this time I didn’t stop when I realized what was happening. It felt amazing; pulsating and overwhelming.
My orgasmic daze was shaken when he pulled his face away from my pussy and spat my cum all over my stomach and thighs. No joke, the man almost drowned. We burst out laughing, both soaked, my legs shaking and shuddering. “I can’t believe it. I’m so proud!” I exclaimed as he pulled me closer and kissed me.
We fucked and frolicked in many positions before we were through and when it was all over I had to ask. “How the fuck did you do that?” And he curled his finger to entice me onto his lips again. I lowered myself onto him and tried to pay attention this time, and not get so lost in the sensation.
It was his tongue. Just his tongue. The way it his my g-spot in that position, his lips putting pressure on my clit, drove me crazy. I was amazed.
“That’s your new move babe,” I proclaimed. “There is gonna be a lot of that in my thirties.”
Confession: I’m not all that crazy about James Deen, it’s just that he works with my epic-crush Stoya a lot so I happen to see him in action quite frequently. I will admit, however, that when he does THIS!!!!! I get so fucking wet I can hardly stand it. I always strain to hear the things he’s saying, so quietly, in her ear. It’s the look on his face, the way his jaw sets while he says those filthy secret things, that makes me crazy with lust.
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I fucking love this girl.
It was Stoya who sparked my obsession with happy porn. :)
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I remember watching a movie with my babysitter when I was about 9 or 10. There was a scene where a teenage girl was getting off while riding her horse. I didn’t fully understand the tingle I felt in my panties at the time watching her grind herself against the saddle, but I knew it gave me butterflies in my tummy. I’ve always wanted to do that. Put it on the bucket list.
Model: Lykke May Andersen