Dad of 5 Loves Latino Tops

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Are we in North?

"North" what, r2?

[quote] Afroamerican hood daddy swag

Teacake has respawned.

No, nena. Lana has re-lotused.

Men like that are the super bottoms. That's what they really like.

[quote] but, he would not fuck me. All those years of thinking the mailman was going to send me air mail and there I was... wanting.

Were you fresh down there?

Yes, he ate my ass, armpits, licked my body and my feet. He wanted to be "threwn".

Does OP strike you as someone with a freshly douched cunt, r7? Next time she needs to use 20 mule team borax and white vinegar to scrub herself clean.

What is “threwn?”

Thrown about like a rag doll.

Wash your pineal with Ivermectin, you calcified lower harmony r9 cunt. Your psychic abilities are muddled today, Dionne,

Two bottoms walk into a bar . . .

I agree, R3.

I will say OP’s headline channels the work if Boyd McDonald very nicely.

So there’s that, OP.

I wish this was a plain spoken recounting with less jargon.

I'm not AI, r15. I crawl by the power of my permanent press-ons.

Maybe you're not presenting at the proper time OP. That poonanny must be Bristol clean, and ready for insertia at just the right time.

Was your filth trench, was it, well, were you 'fresh'?

R12 Not going the way you expected?

Or is it?

The schoolyard bully was a towering figure, his muscles rippling under his tight football jersey as he pushed smaller kids around. Lana couldn't help but imagine all the ways he could take her on. Her palms would sweat every time he got near her, the adrenaline pumping through Lana's body as she daydreamed about standing up to him and finally taking control. His touch was rough and forceful, whether it was a punch to the arm or a shoving match on the playground. His physical presence was intimidating and seemed to radiate power. The sound of his deep, booming laugh still echoes in Lana's mind, a constant reminder of the fear and excitement he sparked in her. Tall and muscular, with a sneering grin permanently etched onto his face; his school clothes were tight showing off his sexy grown figure. His status, and his presence alone, commanded attention. Thoughts of him lingered in Lana's mind for years, fantasies that were now coming to life. Decades later, he was even more attractive, with his usual confident swagger and charm.

In Lana's mind, she could still smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat from after-school sports. Even now, decades later, it brought back memories of longing and unfulfilled desires. The scent of sweat and testosterone seemed to linger around him, a mix of aggression and dominance that made others uneasy, but not Lana. The scent of sweat and adrenaline filled the air between as they faced each other. Lana was on the verge of total surrender.

What held her back as the slight bitterness she felt in her throat when she thought about the way he used to torment other boys. Though they were boys who needed a beatdown, Lana would much rather see him beat the mattress instead of her schoolmates. But as Lana grew older, her fantasies became more heated, filled with longing and need. Lana prepared for- what she imagined would be- a promised escapade, giving in to the feeling of rough hands and strong arms. And later, the sensation of soft, delicate lips and a warm mouth during the three-hour-long intimate experience.

Lana received the best penile aspiration ever, a lick-down massage from head to toe, the best penile workout a girl could ever want... Lana couldn't help but savor the sweet taste of pleasure and satisfaction of rectally-stimulating a father of five who seems to want nothing but a man to hold him down.

(Regan McNeil voice): "Fuck me, if yer gunna fuck me-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

So, Lana asks: "Why are married men with kids always searching for gay men to mount them?"

Sure Jan.

I always thought Fridays are busy at the DMV but this old white man seems to have free time on his hands.

Are you looking into your wishing mirror again?

r21 was for r16 who needed it to sound more DL.

R6, I seem to have had the luck of attracting them, especially when I was a twinky.

I was surprised when Mr. Chambers took me there. I was ready for the finale of the opera and he forget to kill the wabbit. But... he was an excellent aspirator.

A three hour long blowjob? No thanks.

MethCake