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When we were young and running wild back in the late-70s, there was a nightclub called Jumpin Jacks where any heterosexual man was guaranteed a nice piece of snatch. I know it because I lived it. I still have memories of Carmela and I hitting a big 7-foot bong, we called it “Wilt Chamberlain,” and then the lingering effects of the weed and how horny it made us.
I took her to the back of Jumpin’ Jack’s and caught a sweet cfnm blowjob from her, with her dipping her wet tongue all over my dick and devouring it. She said the weed enhanced the sex like fuck and I could tell she was basically in love with my giant gargantuan cock at that point as she was jerking the shit out of it and shoving it down her throat with ity bitty spit shines in between. She was licking it at every angle, never failing to grab my balls and choke them down while she was giving the best cfnm blowjob a man can ever ask for.
I returned the favor, pillaging through her bush and then lighting up her wet twat with a running man and then tongue twister. I can remember her oozing of feel-good spots and grabbing me aggressively by the hair and shoving my face into that little twat before I broke into it with my mammoth manslinger.
“I want your fucking dick so bad!” She would say, unleashing a chorus of “no, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!” sounds in between before admitting “it’s yours right now. Fucking cunt is yours right now, ohhhh your cock feels so good inside me.”
Good times man, good times.