PerfectPointPleasure's blog: "Life's A Bitch"

The feel of coarse nylon against my virgin flesh as her leather boots squeal and clack from the rough riding of her tight wet trench greasing my untainted spear till I become de-virginized from your abrasive lust for my innocence.

Then you offer me a shot of liquor that burns going down telling me "More hairs on your chest and I'll ride you like a wild stallion into the sunset's oblivion"

I chuckle and hiccup then you push your tongue into my mouth grabbing my slickened rod and pumping it sliding your right hand up and down stirring more of my cum out and onto your hand.

With a smile and a wink you go down and lick my oozing fountain of pleasure then swallowing it whole I watch in amazement bleeding with pleasure unknown to me and I succumb to your unorthodox methods of sexuality.

My body responds by thrusting up into your mouth wanting you to have more to take my sack also but you slide my cock out of your mouth and proceed to lick my balls purring and swallowing them and tugging upon them.

My body torn between newfound desires and old tyme remedies of wanton lust, I pull away from your sucking vortex and I plunge back into your soaked trench and listen to you moan from my unprecedented plunge, you take me hard and fast wanting me to expell my fountain of ecstasy.

And I do with you working to pull off your bustle wanting to press flesh to flesh soaring my first time into unknown boundaries of Time's knowledge of passion.

Skin to Skin, our sin is in play breasts mashed into my firm hard frame I cry out in sweet unbridled lust "Take me for all I am worth in Midas' gold"

You mess with my mind by tying my hands to the storage rack sitting behind the small bed and rolling over making them criss cross so I have you welded to me you pull on my throbbing rod pumping it for every bit of my sweet de-virginized ooze to coat your drenched walls of nimbus love.

Once we've expelled ourselves to the ancient goddess form of love, You climb off and dress then untying me you head for the door and I ask

"Where you going?"

"It's Happy Hour and the first rounds on me"