pussy

Her name is Blaspheme. And she loved to fuck. There’ve been wild stories floating around the club that I haunt on weekends. Even on the restroom wall, the words Blaspheme loves cock are scrawled. So who is Blaspheme, I asked the bartender one night and he simply shrugged. He’d heard of her name, but never seen her.

“I can take you to her,” a younger woman said. She couldn’t possibly be more than nineteen.

First thing I noticed about my guide was her tits. They were magnificent. The most supple pair you ever seen.

“Any chance I go home with you instead?” I asked. “You know for a quick one?”

“If you want to meet Blaspheme,” she said, “it’d better be quick.”

Forgive me. Before I begin I would like to make it clear that the girlfriend has small tits. Sometimes small tits are fine, but the after awhile the whole mosquito bite aspect gets a little mundane. So I started looking elsewhere for companionship – this time, however, behind her small-titted back. This girl I found, her tits were obviously fake, but I didn’t care. Her pussy was real and so was her ass. And as long as those titties bounced when I rammed my hard meat into her, I didn’t care. As I pushed further into her, feeling myself begin to climax, the little slut – unlike the girlfriend – pulled me close and said, “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Who’s going to pass an offer like that up?