not asking for more

Her hair kinda short. I like that. Money in advance. White blonde delicious. Small tits. Even smaller dick. Soft it was. I noticed she was looking at the mirror as she wanked me hard. Guess she likes looking at herself holding a hard cock. I said I wanted her face down. Such a sweet ass. Smooth skin. She did not ask me to pull out immediately when I came. So it took me one or two seconds. I was still hard. I did the right thing. I pulled out and my brain went kinda blank. I was
a little short of breath. She said are you tired? I got confused. You want more? She said no. Like she was just making a comment. Not asking for more. Of course not. Small chat. I kissed her cheek and said she was great. She gave a surprised smile. I went home to wank and sleep. Sweet dreams.

white tits black ass big fun

Fact was I was too drunk. Money in advance. Hot white tits she had. Her dick was hidden. I wanted very much to fuck her ass. She gave up trying to jerk me 'til it got hard. Sorry, love, she said. Please drink less next time. I said OK. Inside me it was something else. I was sorry not to fuck her ass. But her tits in my mouth as she tried to get it up were worth the money. Huge. And they felt natural. Delicious. Next night I drank less. Got another tranny. Beautiful black ass. I came real hard. Makes perfect sense to me.

SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT

black blonde experience

Her tits were awesome out in the street for anyone to see. I just had to go back and ask her how much. In the room sucking on them. She wanked me into a very hard state. She went face down. What a delicious ass. In the middle of it I remembered to ask her name. Always do that. God knows why. I loved that ass. Maybe she noticed. She wanted to see my cum before I flushed the condom. I said there was none. I just come like that. No spunk. Like a sick dry shock. Sick is my normal. I like me. She was small. I told her she was brave. I am not gigantic. But some get scared. Looks like she liked the compliment.

I could

I could be wrong
I could be right
This could be my last song
This could be my last night

they will think

- You understand that when people read the title of the story they will think that you mean anal sex in the missionary position, not the actual face down that is depicted in the story.
- Let's keep that error. It's poetry in and out and in.
- Yes. But isn't it a bit pompous?
- There will always be someone to despise it. So be it. There will also be someone somewhere who will enjoy it.

good life

I was walking to the street spot. A tranny smiled and waved from afar. Bird going home. Then I realised it was rather late. This could be the last one standing. I went back and asked her about her services. She said she knew me. I looked again. Sure enough. I even knew her name. We walked to a nearby hotel. Full. Cab to another one. She wanked me hard and put the rubber on. Sucked me off. Quite a long time. No way she was gonna get away with it. But I felt great. And her ass was even better this second time. I told her she was beautiful and went home to wank and fall into a drunken stupor of a sleep. And that is the good life.