8
Jan
2011
Flyboy
It must be difficult being a pilot. You work long, tedious hours and end up away from your wife or girlfriend every night in a strange city. I know for a fact it is challenging, at least to one pilot. I know because he ends up in Vegas very often.
He always stays at the same hotel. It’s a nice place, away from the boisterous nonsense of the strip. A classy joint. A place where security never checks your credentials. I like it there.
He’s a big guy, which I love because I feel normal next to him. He’s built, too, for a middle-aged gentleman. He has a very pretty face too, like Matt Hughes, the MMA fighter. A loverboy, my loverboy, my flyboy.
Now, I’m sure his wife is a doll, but in her absence, he deserves someone sweet and cute, who can suck a ball through a plastic straw (that’s me). If she doesn’t miss his thick-ass dick then I should thank her for letting me at it. Not only does he have the girth, but he’s got the stamina of an experienced lover.
We fuck in all sorts of positions and it makes me gush with girlgasms. After a long, heated romp, he gives me this. Enjoy!
Yummy Cream!
