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I'm driving through Daytona, and I spot some guy at a stopli..
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 16:01:38 +0000 UTCI'm driving through Daytona, and I spot some guy at a stoplight, a younger guy in a lifted truck. It doesn't matter who he is—my brain's already there: "I wonder what his cock looks like." It's always my first thought, never him eating me out or touching me. Just his dick in my mouth. I love the thought of thinking his first experience with me would be me kneeling in front of him, the head of his dick just resting in my mouth, waiting patiently for that moment his balls let go so I can drink his sperm. It makes my clit hard just thinking about it.
I admit my mind shifts to him inside me. That feeling when a cock pushes in, it's this tight, amazingly sexy stretch, then a deep fullness lets me know I'm a woman. And yes, I'm wet just thinking about it. What isn't hot about wishing the guy in the truck beside me at the light would breed like a MILF in heat. I can assure you my pussy finds it wildly hot.
And as always, the light changes, and he's gone, but my pussy doesn't accept that. It's not about him. It's the thought of his cock in my mouth or pumping my guts in one hole or the other. I will say for me, the hottest part is thinking about kneeling in front of him, waiting for that hot rush of cum for me to drink. Makes my clit pulse every time.
I wish it were as easy to find a guy as so many people think it is. It's not. I rarely get approached, and typically, I have to be the aggressor. I know half of you are saying, "Bullshit." or "Pick me!" If only it were that easy. What am I looking for in a guy? Fuck if I know. It seems to change instantly, depending on the guy. Do I want to fuck the snot out of a guy I find wildly attractive without knowing anything about him or his personality? I do. No questions asked. Like you, if I find someone wildly attractive, my legs want to spread wide open immediately, no questions asked. Rob would be one of those guys. Perfect to look at with a 9-inch beautiful cock. I still fuck him, even though he can be a real asshole from time to time. Then there was, I think his name was Chuck? I can't even remember. Big heavy guy, not attractive, but enjoyable to be around. He ended up having the most enormous cock I have ever had the pleasure of ruining my insides with. He got weird in a physical way, so he had to go. Wish that hadn't happened, but it did. What's my point? I don't have a type. I don't think I ever did. I do have some rules. Rule number one is they have to live locally, no more than 15 or 20 minutes away. Rule number two. They don't endlessly text...I hate that. Rule number 3. They have their own place. I think that is pretty much it.
