Bike Week is officially over. I only blew one guy sitting on.. (OnlyFans)

Bike Week is officially over. I only blew one guy sitting on a bike. I did, however, jerk one random biker off, lick another biker's wife's pussy, and fuck one other lucky dude in my truck who complained about having to wear a condom the entire 30 seconds it took him to cum. It wasn't my greatest year. I have done better. But I was out and about every damn night and often during the day as well, giving it my best shot. I haven't had a moment to myself. Lots of these guys are getting old, and out of shape, so they are one exertion away from a coronary. It's making it harder to find targets every year now. Here is the thing. Not one of these guys got me off. I had to do it myself afterward for each one of them. I'm not complaining. It was fun. It just would have been nice to get fucked, fingered, or eaten until I came.

So I did laid by Bob. He was in exceptionally fine form. He made me do things for his dick that I normally wouldn't do. Thats okay. Eating a little sperm off the chair and floor isn't outside of my wheelhouse. His dick has made me do way sketchier things than that. It's a magical penis. I would pretty much do anything for it. Bob should thank his lucky stars he has a dick like that because without it...I would have sent him packing long ago. Instead, I'm begging him to let me drink sperm from it. Funny how life works. Scott fucked me once. It was good. I came. He's complaining he doesn't want to fuck for an hour and a half anymore. I don't see the problem. He's getting old, I guess. Aren't we all?