I need your hot jizzy cream pie. It’s all I can think about.
I love a good gloopy cream pie. There is really nothing quite as satisfying, in my opinion. I didn’t always feel that way. I used to think they were too messy, and of course the impending doom I was certain would come with it.
Sure there is plenty to be concerned about in that department. There are risks. Do I want to be an STD riddled slut? No, thank you. And of course, there is the concern about plopping a bun right in my unassuming oven. I certainly didn’t want that either. However, things change. We grow up and expand our perspectives.
Absolutely that would change my life as I know it, but that is part of what titillates me so much. It seems so taboo to have all that virile baby batter pumped right into my tight little twat. Really, though, its the very basic primal reason for fucking, is it not? My little pussy was designed to be a cum dumpster. What kind of monster would I be if I denied my pussy its destiny?
I learned to love a good cream pie.
Now, when a big heavy pair of balls coats my insides with their syrupy spunk, it’s my absolute fucking favorite. I love feeling it ooze out, and dribble down my thigh. Damn the consequences. It’s all fucking worth it to feel so full. Filled to the brim with all that ooey, gooey, spoogey goodness. It is the proverbial cherry on top of any hot hardcore fucking sundae.
So my opinion has changed. I will take any cream pie that comes my way. I crave them. All the time. In fact, I want one right now. When I go too long without a hot fresh load in my puss I get cranky. You won’t like me when I’m cranky…
