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You will need to go to bt34gg.com to see this badass video.I put it up because it made me think of the guy I sucked off this morning.  That happens a lot.  I fuck someone, and I think about how it's similar to a video that I made.  Then I watch it and rub one out.  Why?  Why wouldn't I, for fucks sake?! @u125291845

A few cock sucking and some other pics because I have sperm on my mind right now.  Actually, it's in my belly, but who's keeping score?  Getting it in my tummy left some stuck in my throat.  Some guys have sperm that seems to stick more than others.  Just an observation.  Soda gets cum unstuck from your throat fast.  Quick tip in case you ever get your throat coated with cum.  Remember who told you that when you find yourself in that predicament!

Good morning everyone Breakfast is served, cock breakfast, that is.  Yes, I did wake up to a cock in the mouth and, shortly after that, some sperm syrup to make everything go down easier.  I kind of feel like things are back to normal.  I even came last night without a vibrator, finger, or anything else.  Just a dick rubbing on my clit as it slipped in and out of me.  Been a while since that has happened.  I'm not knocking his cockmanship abilities or the state of his cock, but he had nothing to do with it.  Sometimes it doesn't matter what dick it is or who it's attached to.  As long as it's hard and slips in and out, I'm getting off.  That's where I was last night.  I had fun with his dick and enjoyed the hose down of jizz he gave me, but this morning was enough of him.  Out the door, he had to go.  Best to leave on a high note and not drag things out.  He is one of those guys who deals with girls like they were puppies.  He sees one, it's the cutest thing he has ever seen, and he has to have it right away and forever.  But the puppies are like, whoa dude, settle down, we need a little space here.  But I needed a dick in my guts last night, and he was willing, so I decided to take the good with the bad.  He left here this morning thinking he was the ruler of all worlds.  I'm glad I was able to make his day, probably his week if not his month.  I am also happy he is no longer in my house.  Man, this guy can talk, and it's all politics and computers.  I can take the cursory 10 minutes of politics and even more computer-related things, but after an hour or so, I am about to lose my mind.  Even after he filled my belly up with sperm this morning, he went into politics two minutes later.  I'm still trying to get the jizz coating in my throat to go down, and he's yacking about inflation.  

Maybe I'm just weird.  I care about politics, but I also keep them to myself for the most part.  I will agree or disagree, but I won't argue with you about it.  That is what drives some people nuts these days.  When people tell me something as if I should absolutely be convinced it's my only option and the best one for me and I disagree, I simply say I disagree.  They demand to know why and I won't say any more than "I disagree."  I am very clear in my mind as to why I disagree. I just don't remember signing any contract that said I had to explain to them why I disagree, especially since I didn't join the conversation willingly.  It's fun to watch their heads explode trying to get me to play along.  I never do.  I swing wildly to the right politically, then wildly to the left, and usually end up somewhere in between.

User hate mail.  "You nasty whore I hope you die.  I write you and you don answer.  I say to you how great you are you ignor mne. you have ugly tits and are old like a hag cunt. I wont fuck you with freinds dick becuase my freind is better than you.  women love me and would die to hear what I tell them.  Fuck you whore!!!!!!  maybe uoy learn to answer my message bitch!  Put up some video you getting fucked on top or I leave you!"

All that because I didn't answer him with 1 hr and 37 minutes.  I must make an effort to do better.  For fucks sake, put the crack pipe down and step away from the keyboard before someone gets hurt, Mr!  In case you were wondering, I did answer him.  Right here.  Surely he will recognize his message.  Unless, of course, this was a crack-induced endeavor, and in that case, I suggest a visit to Sunny Acres Rehab. I know some of you think I should be upset, but the truth is I live for this shit.  It provides me with hours of enjoyment almost daily.  I'm not fucking around.  I enjoyed getting shit messages on Twitter so much I ended up grading them with a 1-10 scale with a brief recap of how I got to that score.  Sadly the ones writing those messages go so upset that they quit doing it.  Now it's nothing but boring stuff, fuzzy bunnies and blue skies, shit like that.  Do I send off shit messages to people for no reason?  Not that I can remember.  Not that I'm above it, I get pissed off and have all kinds of things I'd like to say.  I think by the time I get around to writing it, my logical mind takes back over and says, "hold up moron, put the keyboard down, they might answer back, and then you will have to answer back, and it ends up being a never-ending time consuming massive waste of time."  Getting a dick inside of me would be a much better idea.