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Old Thick Cock Fills My Tight Pussy

Are you ready for me to tell you about the old thick cock that was filling my pussy? If you haven’t paid attention, you’ll be lost on where I’m going with this blog. Just in case you’re not all up, let me remind you if you didn’t read my story about the new year dick that I had at home waiting for me. Well, I went out and got wasted with my friends and kissed a stranger at midnight, getting all horned up before heading back home where my New Year dick was waiting for me patiently in my bed for my arrival.

Which led to my next blog wrong hard cock.  I came home so wasted that I had to take an Uber to my house. There was no way I could drive, and I went to wake my New Year’s dick up. He started fucking me in a way he had never fucked me before, and it wasn’t until I saw the phone ringing that I realized that my New Year’s dick was calling me, which meant this old hard cock inside of me was not in fact, the dick I thought it was. But given the orgasms I was having, I didn’t seem to care, so I just let the wrong dick come inside of me, and then I passed out.

Old Dick Comes To Light.

Last night was crazy, and I got fucked for so long, so hard that I passed out. I woke up to the sun coming through the window, shining just a slight line across the bed. First, I adjusted myself and, secondly, turned so I could see. Who owned this old thick cock that fucked me to sleep last night. I tried to move silently, attempting to adjust the covers and be able to see a glimpse of his face. His body was larger.

The little hairs on his chest were gray, tiny little squiggly things. I lifted up the sheets and took a look at that cock. I laughed to myself. He was a grower, not a shower, although teasing him had never crossed my mind. I remember what it felt like last night. I leaned over as lightly and silently as I could, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. It was half buried in the pillow, and he was out to the world. His chest was rising, so at least he knew it wasn’t dead.

Old Thick Cock Turns Out To Be My Neighbor.

I quickly gave up and looked at his face. I picked up a shirt off the floor and threw it over my body, and next, I tip-toed my way out of the room. Once in the hallway, I looked around quickly, realizing I was not home. All the setup of this house was exactly like mine. I noticed the photographs on the walls. My heart beat rapidly when I recognized one man from multiple pictures. The old thick cock belonged to my neighbor, George.

George was about 70 years old. His wife had passed a few years ago, and there I was, looking at her and him and their younger years married. And then many pictures of them in their family as I made my way down the hall. I quickly realized that that’s why my key wouldn’t work. I went to the side door, picking up pieces of my clothing. On the way, I gathered my shoes and purse and took off. I ran out the door, down the sidewalk, and up the front porch stairs. There was still a car in my driveway, which meant he hadn’t left. Who knew what I was walking into? Who knew how mad he would be? How was I ever going to explain what had happened with my neighbor and his old thick cock?

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