Wimps of Waco

Oh my, there just isn’t much BBC in Waco. To be sure I found a couple of really nice dicks to ride here….okay, 4 to be exact. But it’s pretty hard work getting dick. Oh the excuses, “I don’t have a car/ride/gas…… come to me.” Good grief fella, you wanna fuck or not?

Do you have a body pic, dna sample, blah blah blah, look bitch, if you wanna fuck, get your BBC over here and nut this pussy up. Otherwise, keep your tinder bull shit to yourself. This is ass up, face down, dark hotel room. Walk in, undress, slip in, pound it, nut it, and get the fuck out. Use my hole while it uses you for your seed. It’s not social hour, we’re not dating, and this is just you keep quiet, i’ll keep quiet, and I’ll keep taking that dick.

I’m at a nice quiet Super 8…. filthy floor, but otherwise a good hotel room. Easy parking, outside door, so dick can cum n go. Unlike the security tower RL of Salt Lake City recently. That place required a card key to get in and for the elevator. More like the No Dick Hotel. GRRR…. Salt Flake City would be a better name for it. Like 3 BBC’s and they were all packing more excuses than a weigh watcher’s convention at a Golden Corral sale. Not so little debbie does dessert.

The best one turned out to have some long corn-row type braids and a pound pound pound tempo with a nice 8 inch cock. He’d quietly and stedily pound that pussy til he nutted it up. Not exactly the fake rape scene I enjoy, but it was still a good fuck. Had some other fluffy fellows who were swinging some big cock and pounded a nut in. hmmm, good dick, good times.

I think the poor hotel maid hates me though. I tear up both beds every night and throw the ‘change sheets’ card most days to get rid of the lubey sheets and get fresh ones to fuck on the next night. 🙂 Alright my little pigs, be good, be bred, be happy.

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