1. Erin


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: perry47, Source: xHamster

    100 for a face fuck at stone court by monsieurmaster-erin This girl is taking too long to email back. It's already been an hour and I'm contemplating another look through the online ads. You see, I'm emailing this girl for sex. I know what you're thinking; pathetic. And you know what? You're right. It is pathetic for me to have to pay for sex. But I don't give a shit about your opinion. To me, the idea of having to go out, try and track down a female and convince her I'm suitable enough for her to have sex with me is too costly. A significant amount of resources for little payback so to speak. How do I know if the girl is sexually experienced, much less even capable of keeping up with me. I've fucked dead fish before, and let me tell you I'd rather go home and sl**p to Netflix. Don't get me wrong, I do understand I have a very skewed view of sex and relationships between men and women; many of my friends get laid every night without actually having to pay the women ahead of time. In fact many of my friends are in pretty happy relationships, and sometimes I rue their emotional connection. But I am not my friends. I don't enjoy talking to girls and listening to their bullshit. And as much as I can sometimes crave that special person waiting for me, I'm too much of a prick to actually open up that much to another human being. Oh you think, an immature misogynist. By no means do I hate women. I was raised in a f****y of 6 women, 5 of whom were my s****rs. In fact I'm known as ... the foremost expert on the emotional state of woman amongst my group of friends. Overall I enjoy socializing with women more often than chilling with men, besides my males friends of course. My guys are pretty much the cream of the crop. Every other dickhead is some rank and file douchebag who follow the flock instead of leading it. Just on the matters of sex, I prefer to just get it done and move on with my life. Enough about my philosophy. Let's get back to the girl. Erin Avele. Well that's what her email name is, hopefully it's a fake just like mines. Too many of these girls I've seen are completely clueless on how to do this. They give their real numbers out, or their real email. I worry about them sometimes, these girls. They can really get into trouble for this if the wrong creep finds them. I really hope it's a fake name. I check the inbox, it reads 1 new message. Fucking finally. I click impatiently on the mouse. The girl sent me her number and an address, to text her when I'm close. I dress up in my sex clothes as I like to call them; a black baseball cap, grey shirt and black jeans. As I'm leaving the door, I pull on my knock off navy barracuda jacket. These are the most non-descript clothing I have in my wardrobe, so I'm pretty much unrecognizable where ever I go, whether it's a low income housing complex or a high end hotel. Tonight's the former rather than the latter. I blew my wad (haha) last week with the very tasty Destiny. I get a little hard remembering her ...
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