“Are you happy to see me?” I smiled as I kissed the head of his dick.

I sucked on my bottom lip as I saw what waited before me.
Now as you already know, I am not a fan of a big ass dick.
I am pretty much allergic to them.
I was blessed to meet my baller with a nice 8 inch dick.
Small, I know, but that muthafucka knew how to use it.

Many football players aren’t packing major steel.
I think it’s because of their workouts or something.
I don’t know, but all I know is I wanted this football player inside me, in whatever hole could satisfy me.

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“I think I’m getting fat…” He smirked.

I wanted to tell him shut the fuck up so bad…

I licked my finger and slowly traced it down his hot wash board like abs. I was tempted to persuade him if I could use his stomach to hand wash my drawz. I gave him a sly grin and bit my lip because he knew what I wanted. Ray Charles could see that I wanted him to give me a special extra dose of that good stuff. I could not get around this man without wanting him inside me…..

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