When I lived in Paris, in the 11th arrondissement (I was in my thirties at the time), I often used the telephone networks to find guys to fuck me. One of my favorite shots was to wait for the guy (sometimes THE guys) behind my door, naked, on all fours, blindfolded, greased ass ready to go, the bottle of poppers under my nose.The idea of ​​not seeing the guy who was going to bugger me excited me to the highest point. My fantasy is to be nothing more than a hole in the service of males who use me to relieve themselves of their overflow of sperm. I still have a selection criterion: I prefer stocky guys (regardless of their age), with good thick male thighs. I love to feel a powerful body crushing me as it fucks me like its female. If in addition, he behaves like a dominant alpha male, who knows what is due to him and takes it as he wants, if he likes to insult, slap and spank, then I am in heaven!On two or three occasions, I met a guy a little older than me called Denis and said he was a cop. He was a guy as I loved them, manly, stocky, powerful, but after a few shots, during which I sucked him and he fucked me with condom, he stopped giving news and I am moved to other plans ...A few years later, one of my last Parisian shots took place one afternoon when after having smoked a few firecrackers, I was really horny. I spent a few minutes on a telephone network before a guy contacted me; there was something vaguely familiar to her voice, but it was too far away for me to be sure of myself. He was looking for a bitch to fuck face and ass without a condom. He wanted me to wait for him naked on my knees, blindfolded in my room, ready to pump him then turn and fuck on my bed. When he told me that he was looking for a hole to fertilize with juice, I hesitated a little, but I was too hot and his description (40 a, 1m78, 84 k, a 19 cm thick cock, balls full of 'a week) has convinced me. This guy had a male voice that gave meFifteen minutes later, I was installed in my room, ready to be used, when I heard the door of my apartment (which I had left ajar) close and then footsteps in the living room. He was finally here. He entered my room and stuck his crotch directly on my face.“Hi bitch. ” Hi man, I replied, snorting his package that I already felt hard."Hurry up, the bitch, I can't stand it anymore, pump me the sting.I snort a good dose of poppers through each nostril and I get straight to work: after unbuttoning his jeans and then lowering his panties to mid-thigh, I attack his glans, already hard, and which is starting to do well. wet. I clean it before I pump this real male. I don't see him, but as I grab hold of his thighs while I eat his cock and his balls (which he actually has very big), I guess a powerful and heavy body as I like them. And that awakens in me memories of another body ... "I warned you, my balls are full for a week, I'm not going to last long and you are going to take it up your ass, said to me he suddenly before directing me on the bed where he makes me settle on all fours.I gauze myself with poppers, in order to properly dilate my ass and prepare it for the coming projection. I feel him position himself behind me then his penis touches my hole before starting to enter it, slowly, but surely. He is not tender with my washer which he did not grease ...

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