“Coke and a Smile,” or “Blow”

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“Coke and a Smile,” or “Blow”My dick—my cock—is nothing special to most people; it’s special to me because it’s mine, and it’s special to my wife for the same reason, and also because it has been trained to know most of the things she likes to do with it. Her investment of time endears her to it a bit more than even love can.But it’s basically interchangeable with any one of hundreds of millions of other cocks in the world. It’s only a bit above average in length—about 6.5 inches long, and when I’m good and hard, the spot where head and shaft meet is about as wide as my index, middle, and ring fingers lined up side-by-side-by-side.As I imagine most men do these days, I have a couple of pictures of it in case I even need to send one to my wife, or a sideline reporter, or my doctor. The pictures I like the best show it near its best: at its hardest, longest, most rigid and purple-headed state. It’s functional when I need it to be, but in that particular set of pictures it looks fantastic, and I owe it to a girl who I used to work with, and to a pair of pants that fit in a particular way I didn’t realize, that I happened to wear on the day when I had to make a brief presentation to her team. She noticed that my pants bulged out and sent me a text that afternoon asking if I wanted to get together after work to go over some items from my presentation. The last thing she said that afternoon before she left was “I don’t care what you were talking about this morning. I want to hook up with you tonight, and I will probably not be wearing underwear when I get to your bahis siteleri place.” She was as good as her word—she was not wearing underwear, and I didn’t waste any time taking her up on her offer. At the end of the night she told me about the effect I’d had on her, standing in front of her with my cock bulging out right at her eye level, and that she’d noticed before but never had such an opportunity to inspect it so closely. While she was supposed to be learning new sales techniques, she’d actually been imagining riding my bone pony, and threw out the first excuse she could think of to get it between her legs. . . and her lips. . . and her tits. Her beautiful, round g****fruit-sized breasts, swinging to-and-fro, slapping together, cradling my stiff cock and full balls as she prepared my dick so enthusiastically every time we got together.She really liked to show herself off, and to see what others had to show too. She was a secret exhibitionist, and a casual, cunning voyeur. She liked to take pictures of me, and for me to photograph her. Of course, she liked to post those on different voyeur sites, but she had even more fun when we would just leave copies out, dropped in public for anyone to find. She liked to leave them in public spaces where we could stay nearby but blend in and not be noticed as we waited to see who would discover them. My favorite set of pictures of my own dick, if I have a favorite set—which I suppose I do, although I’ve never needed to rank them against each other—came from those sessions. As I quickly discovered, the girl canlı bahis had a pretty moderate d**g habit (to go along with her pretty big tits and thick hips) and when she came home with a fresh supply, she had a few things she really liked to do to enhance her fun.First, she would stop and buy a new kinky outfit–usually either a corset or a bodystocking. The corsets were my favorite (and hers too) and she loved variety in them–high cut, low cut, open cups, open nipples, top-of-cups only (for a sexy underboob that left nothing to the imagination), some with garters and some without. She had some with shoulder straps, some without, some with lace, some with satin, some with leather, some with laces and one with buckles all up and down the back. So she would put that on somewhere along the way before she got to my place, and if it was late enough she wouldn’t even bother to cover up before she came to my apartment door. As I said, she was quite an exhibitionist.After dropping her things and modeling her trashy, sexy outfit for me, she would go through my porn videos to select the evening’s background noise–and she liked variety there as well. Her favorite theme was groupsex, even the occasional gangbang, but not the violent kind. More of the kind where the woman got to please as many men as they can find. She also liked public flashing videos, and every once in a while she would just crave seeing people wearing masks–I think the anonymity and the freedom to do anything at all anonymously really appealed to her. So after she showed off her lingerie, güvenilir bahis and after she walked slowly through the apartment shutting the blinds (hoping that she was showing off for some of the neighbors too), and picked out her fetish film of the evening, it was time for the main events. But her two very favorite things–the things she had been leading up to with all of her preparations, preening, prowling, and pretending to be modest while showing off for peepers, her two favorite things were finally ready. First she would snort a couple of fat lines, and after smoking one Camel Light to get a little coke-numbness on her lips, she would pull my dick out with no prelude, no making out or warning. “Sit down in that chair,” she would say. “My mouth needs your dick in it now.” So I did, and she didn’t waste any time. She used her hands, mouth, and tits to see how hard she could make my dick. She loved doing it. She used every part of herself to work on it, even briefly using my dick to fuck the nipple-cutout in one of her corsets while she held my balls in her cleavage. And she would always begin masturbating herself along the way too. It was her own competition so try to make me harder than ever before, but to keep sucking it until she herself came. And then, that’s when she wanted to be fucked. So of course, I usually helped out with that because I’m a nice guy, and also she had the best-looking, wettest, daintiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. That is, until she got done abusing it and riding me–after that it would be red, swollen, slick and shiny and sloppy, and looked thoroughly ready to be retired.I have a few pics of her that we posted on another site back then–I’ll see if I can find them and then load them alongside the ones I have on here, if they’re not there already.

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