Yep, it's me again. I don't know how you folks put up with .. (OnlyFans)

Yep, it's me again.  I don't know how you folks put up with me.  This little video is me just goofing around because I really had nothing better to do.  I suppose I could be reading up on whatever, expanding my knowledge, blah blah blah.  But I'm not.  I am making obscene, pornographic videos, and having the time of my life doing it.  I see the women who live on my street.  They know what I do, I know what they do.  They hate me for what I do.  But, on the other hand, if I were them, I would buy a bullet and rent a gun.  I don't know how they do it.  Sit at home, watch TV, eat, have a heart attack, rinse, repeat.  For fucks sake, there is a whole world out there, and on top of that, you have a magical vagina.  How bad could things possibly be when you are armed with a magical vagina?  Get out there and sling that thing in people's faces, dammit!  Dance around, have fun, suck a dick, drink some cum, get eaten out, get a dick inside of you!  That's why you have a magical vagina.  Not to suck up dust on your couch.  I'm just saying here, kind of stating what I feel to be the obvious...I could be wrong.

I was thinking back to when I worked at a home healthcare place.  National company, still around.  I am going to say 1998 or so.  Damn this dates me.  I had a guy I used to flirt with and eventually ended up fucking.  He was a black dude, not my first black cock, definitely not my last.  He had the stereotypical massive black cock, though.  I think it may have been the first dick that I was more into than the guy it was attached to.  Back then, it was a big no-no to be fucking around in the office, but I couldn't help myself.  When no one was looking, I would flash him my tits.  I would rub his dick, touch myself in front of him, do whatever I could to make that cock stretch his pants.  It worked every time.  He would get a massive boner, and he would get super mad about it.  Not mad enough that he let me jerk him off in the office under the table when it was just the two of us.  The problem for him was he shot way too much cum to be discreet.  It was massive amounts of it.  I'm not sure where it all came from.  When I jerked him off under the table, he made a big mess on his black pants that was obviously cum.  He poured water all over it and told people he spilled his drink on himself.  I am not sure what made me think of him.  I do miss that kind of excitement.  It made going to work fun.  I won't pretend that I don't miss his dick and his gallon of cum releases.  I do.  You know what made me think about him.  My clothes today, that's why.  I was thinking about how fun it would be to wear this outfit to work.  Fucking guys at work, ahh yes, that never gets old.

And...I'm out!

Catch you all later!