Bike Week is officially over. I only blew one guy sitting on a bike. I did, however, jerk one random biker off, lick another biker's wife's pussy, and fuck one other lucky dude in my truck who complained about having to wear a condom the entire 30 seconds it took him to cum. It wasn't my greatest year. I have done better. But I was out and about every damn night and often during the day as well, giving it my best shot. I haven't had a moment to myself. Lots of these guys are getting old, and out of shape, so they are one exertion away from a coronary. It's making it harder to find targets every year now. Here is the thing. Not one of these guys got me off. I had to do it myself afterward for each one of them. I'm not complaining. It was fun. It just would have been nice to get fucked, fingered, or eaten until I came.
So I did laid by Bob. He was in exceptionally fine form. He made me do things for his dick that I normally wouldn't do. Thats okay. Eating a little sperm off the chair and floor isn't outside of my wheelhouse. His dick has made me do way sketchier things than that. It's a magical penis. I would pretty much do anything for it. Bob should thank his lucky stars he has a dick like that because without it...I would have sent him packing long ago. Instead, I'm begging him to let me drink sperm from it. Funny how life works. Scott fucked me once. It was good. I came. He's complaining he doesn't want to fuck for an hour and a half anymore. I don't see the problem. He's getting old, I guess. Aren't we all?
Just a little video that I wanted to share with you being the horny, slutty milf that I am 😜 Hope you enjoy it as much as I did and please do send me pics or videos of what I do to you 🍆💦 Have a great day!
Getting fucked, sucked, and bred every night for a week takes a toll. It wears a girl out at the early age of 56. Not complaining. Just making an observation. Hard to find the time to work out, but I've managed. I sucked a guy's cock for an hour yesterday. On my knees, his dick sticking out of his zipper. I didn't even bother with the balls. The head of it was what I wanted. That's the part that makes his balls feed me what I want. And they did pump sperm into my stomach, but as I said, it was an hour-long suck session, which was fine. Until I tried to get up off of my knees...forget about it...said in a gangster-type way. I mean, I managed but holy fuck...the old knees were locked up tight. That doesn't mean I won't do it again. Maybe I should carry around a rubber pad to kneel on next time 👍🏻.
So, I hate when porn chicks on Twitter complain about someone saying something that they don't like. Tough shit, fragile flower. I don't personally say mean things to anyone...first. But I do love a good challenge, so I don't shy away from it either. So when someone bitches that someone made a negative comment such as "packing on the weight I see." maybe they should see if, in fact, the offender wasn't factually correct first. If so, then the logical answer would be, "Yes, yes, I am packing it on...thanks for noticing." Not "I'm telling on you and all my goofy followers will come to my rescue, and you are so going to get it!!! Wahhhhhhh!" Don't be the white knight to the rescue. Not only is it nauseating...it just drives the person doing the offending even harder. Odds are you don't have a good zinger, even if, in your head, you are really driving the stake home with whatever witty retort you may have. Just let it move on. There is a thing called a block button if further intervention is required. I only use the block button for spammers. I like getting the shitty remarks. Once in a while, I get a really good one, and even though it's aimed at me...It really is a well-thought-out zinger, and I salute you for that. How is that possible? I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about me except a small select group of people. Everyone else...I present myself the way I am, and if that doesn't work...well, bring it on. As I have said before, you will be graded on any and all insults. For fucks sake...it's a tweet. A tweet from some random person. If that makes you want to fold up and fade away...life isn't going to be good to you at all..., and I do mean at all. Time to stop coddling these people who get so offended at every little thing. Let the sink or swim. If they sink...please sink quietly.
Sometimes a hard dick in your ass is what hits the spot...literally. Just saying. I got a lot to go over, but bike week is keeping me so busy I run out of time. I'll sit down tonight and get you some good stuff!
Bob drowned my ovaries in sperm. I'm okay with that. I like feeling a dick push my stomach around. Lets me know that I'm a woman. He fucked me bent over my chair in front of my big front window, and I watched people go by as he rearranged my guts with his perfect dick. Real quick...my biceps are getting bigger. Yay for me. Anyway, back to it. He tried to fuck my ass, but his dick is just too big. I have gotten his dick in my ass and let him ruin it, but I have to warm up for that. It didn't work today. I wanted it to, but it's just so fat. I need my jumbo but plug in me for a few hours before I even attempt to jerk his dick off with my asshole. So he fucked me, bent over the chair, and stuck his thumb in my ass. I came. Then I came again. Then I came some more. By the time he emptied his testicles in my stomach, I was ready to marry this guy, which wouldn't work because he's already married. To bad. I get so horny for him that I end up thinking how amazing it would be if he pumped a baby into me. Then I masturbate thinking about that. Anyway, I digress. This was a fuck that was well-needed. Sometimes a dick can just change the whole course of not just my day but my entire week. Makes me want to feel it inside of me every minute of the day. I know that isn't going to happen, but lucky for other people, I often go the route of "Any hard cock in a storm will do." All because of him. He finished inside of me, and when he pulled out, his jizz dripped on the seat of my chair. He told me to lick it up, but I was already on my way down to do that. My chair needed no cleaning when I was done. Then he told me I dripped some on the floor. I ate that as well. I can't help myself. It's disgusting but so delicious at the same time. I surely wouldn't find it so hot if Scott asked me to do that. I wouldn't. Then he told me to wait while he took a shower. While he was in the bathroom, he called me in. He was sitting on the bathtub looking at porn on his phone and told me to suck his dick. I did so happily while he would flip through the smut on his phone, occasionally showing me something he thought was really hot. He ended up having me give him a handjob that lasted about 30 minutes before he came a second time. I swallowed his nut this time. Not a drop wasted. He made me keep sucking for like 5 minutes after he came and until his dick was completely soft. That made me want him even more. His wife is stupid. He says they haven't had sex in months. He's also complaining she's gaining weight. I don't know what's wrong with these chicks. You get a guy with a dick like Bob's attached to him...you do what it takes to keep its balls empty. Preferably they empty somewhere in you. But I'm all for her getting tubby and dried up. He might, just might, leave her, and then I have a much better shot at the dick swinging low between his legs. A girl can dream.
I'm out. Off to the Broken Spoke to see what's going on down there. Hopefully, I'll find something interesting. I'll keep you posted. My emptying of testicles this month is starting to add up. Hopefully, it will keep going!
It was a good night last night. I jerked a guy off. He came all over his shirt...which was black, and he had to wear it the rest of the night. Who was he? I don't know. Just some guy, drinking too much, flirting too much, and ran into the wrong chick. Was he hot? Meh. I guess, maybe. He had a good dick, though. Why didn't I fuck him? I don't know him. Who knows where that dick has been. But I wanted to. So I did the next best thing. I rubbed him off while he sat on his motorcycle. It was fun. I did things to his dick with my hands that made him make funny faces and say incoherent things. It didn't get hard at first. I think he had a combination of nerves and alcohol dick going on. So I whipped out the tits, and that did it. He was standing tall and steel-hard. I never quit looking at his face, and that shocked, confused look while I worked his cock never went away. When I started to quickly rub the edge of his cock head, and only the edge of his cock head, he started making these ridiculous fish out of water thing with his lips, and I had to laugh. Then he came, and it hit him in the chin and the rest all over his shirt. I was like, "you got a little something something on your chin." Good for me but bad for him. A bunch of his sperm got on my hand, and I figured since his shirt was covered in jizz I might as well use it as a cum rag. Which I did. I'll never see this dumb ass again, but I'm glad I got the chance to work his cock. I'll remember this one for a long time but I bet he never forgets me. I hope not! Fuck...I love dicks. They do the most wonderful things.
What have I learned about Bike Week...as in this year. There is an edge of stupidity in the air. It's like people are ramped up and itching to do something dumb. Politics is playing heavy here. I like to leave that stuff at the voting booths, but I get it. It's a thing for some people. Not very many fit chicks. Some...and I found one the other night, but not many. I know, that's bad. I have a preference for skinny chicks, and I guess that isn't allowed anymore, but I don't see the problem with it. They are easier to move around. I'm just being practical.
Sometimes it's hard to keep calm when you need some dick. I'm just saying. I was a bit overly excited tonight about the prospect of touching a dick. I may have gotten a bit pushy...unconcerned about how he might feel. Fuck. Who I'm kidding? His dick wouldn't have got hard if he didn't want it jacked off.
I guess Covid isn't a thing anymore. Talk about a dirty trick.
Fucked a guy's wife last night. That was fun. Went with them to the Hard Rock, where they were staying. They are from Ocala, which is roughly two hours from Daytona. They are here for Bike Week, along with other 500K people that have descended upon Daytona Beach. I met them at Riptides. She definitely stood out from the crowd. I have been getting more attention from women than I have from men this Bike Week. Not sure what's changed. But neither here nor there, it doesn't change the fact that all I could think about when she was making small talk was fingering her. Her husband...he was okay. She is 30, and he is 50. That's quite the difference, but we all know how that works. I'm okay with it. She's got problems with this one, though, so I hope she knows a good divorce attorney. He's already texting me, wanting to know if just the two of us can get together. He says his wife says it's okay. No, she doesn't. She was scared to death last night. To the point of I almost called it off. But she said no, she wanted me to fuck her. Not exactly in those words, but you get the idea. So I fucked her. I fucked her with my fingers. I fucked her with my tongue. I fucked her face with clit. She got into it, but she was still super uncomfortable. I think she was trying to be gay for her husband. I don't think...I know. But she wanted it, and who am I to deny her? Plus, she was amazingly hot and tight. Definite arm candy. I was going to fuck her husband. He had a good size dick. It just wouldn't stay hard. Up and down. He popped 3 Viagra that I know of. I asked him about it, and he said it was generic Viagra he had ordered offline. Said it came from Russia. Who knows what it was? Can't you buy Viagra from a reputable pharmacy cheap now? I'm almost positive you can. I'd think I'd do that before I ordered 200 for $49 from Russia. So, instead of this giant sexy story you thought you were going to get...you got this. We went round and round for 30 minutes before I called it. Now...am I upset? Fuck no! I got to have my way with his wife for 30 minutes, and she was perfection. I'll be rubbing my clit to that one for months to cum! I already have...twice. And I got to play with her husband's rather attractive cock for another 30 minutes. Sure, it didn't do everything I wanted it to do, but I got some good stuff out of it. I liked sucking it all the way down my throat when it was a semi and feel it get hard. I could have done that for another hour. But his ego got the best of him, and he was getting frustrated, so I called it. Said I had to go, and I left. It was late, like Midnight. I was tired.
Her husband. He's shady as far as husbands go. He's already trying to get with me all by himself. He says he can cum down to Daytona on Wednesday...just him. He also says she is okay with it. Definite bullshit. But I'm going to do it. Several reasons. I can use a cock in my guts right about now. That is a definite truth. He certainly is not unpleasant to look at. His dick is more attractive than he is. That's saying something. Furthermore, I am not a roadblock to saving anyone's marriage from infidelity. That's on them. She married him for money, and this is how it plays out more often than not. That's on her. He is blind to what he has... that's on him. I just want his dick inside of me and nothing else. That's on me. Or in me, more accurately. Again. I'm horny. I've been horny for weeks now. I have had difficulties getting guys to breed me. Mostly due to having a cold, then guests, and house repairs. Now it's time to drown my cunts sorrows in sperm. That will fix the problem. Her husband, if he can get his dick hard long enough, will help me do that.
Just wanted to pop in and say, "Hi" I just came back from driving my jeep around in the mess of traffic, it's not even the bikers, it's the damn cars, people just don't know how to drive, they need to just stay home or call an Uber. Okay, I am finished ranting about bad drivers, I'm just so hot, sweaty and cranky. I think I need to go hop in the shower, anyone care join me? 😜
I drove around Daytona half the night last night with my tits hanging out. I got pulled over. I put my tits away when the lights came on, though. I had no idea he was behind me. I'm kind of curious as to how he knew if he was behind me. I didn't ask. He was a nice guy, though. Decent looking kid. I would have let him interrogate me in ways often found in cheesy porn videos, but it never got that far. It's funny. I think about what I would have-should have done now, but when it was happening, none of that came to mind. I wish it would have. He asked me to keep the tits under wrap and turn off the blue lights under my Jeep. Apparently, people can get confused and think my 1991 Jeep YJ with a total of 9 inches of lift sitting on 37-inch tires is a cop car. You know...the blue lights underneath and all. He's just doing his job. Dumb rule, though. One thing about Daytona Beach...it's hard to get a traffic ticket for just about anything. I'm still pissed I didn't flirt with him. What was I thinking?
"You should invest in a grammar checker if you want to write professionally." What? Does it appear that I am writing a novel here? Oops, I had no idea. Wait. It doesn't read in any way like a book. Plus, the squiggly line appears underneath the shit I spell wrong. So there. Invest in a grammar checker. Go get yourself a grape Slurpee and quit worrying about my spelling.
I was sexting with Bob. He ended the conversation with, "Love you!" Which is hard to read...as in what the actual meaning he intended. What do I want it to mean? That he's head over heels for me. What do I think it means? That he is casually saying it as a friend. Do I love Bob? No, not even close. He's an asshole. I am truly in love with his penis, though. If he let me, I'd fuck his dick till it fell off, and then I would use it as a dildo. That's how much I love his dick. If he was head over heels for me...I might get that chance. Geez. I really need to see a therapist.
Here is a video with a whole lot of dick-kissing. After kissing a dick for 5 minutes, the problem is I want it in me, and that's exactly where it ended up. You can tell by the size of my clit I enjoy making this video! It was for a subscriber who requested this and gave me an awesome tip, and here it is!
Bike week. I'll be dressing appropriately to cause dick-hardening attention. Count on it. 500K thousand people. I would guess that means at least 400K cocks. There have to be a few winners in that pool of dicks.0
Sometimes you get cornered by fire, so no point in not breaking out the secrets. Just saying. I'm not much for keeping secrets anyway. Too hard, too much stress. Own it, live with it, and enjoy the notoriety of being the one who had the balls to throw it out there. Yeah, I know, philosophy by Brooke...who gives a shit. I guess these are my own thoughts as to why I didn't agree to keep a secret. I don't need to know it. I don't really want to know it. If you are dying to tell someone...tell everyone, especially if it involves other people. She told me anyway. Dumb ass. She cheated on her husband. She thinks I can relate to her now. Not even close. I warn all potential love interests I might end up sucking off their best friend or, worse, their college-aged son. So if they catch me in the garage with his dick pumping sperm in my ass...it's on them. Just say sorry for interrupting and wait patiently in the kitchen. I'll be in shortly. So no, she doesn't even remotely relate to me. She's cheating-cheating. As in she wants more than just dick from this guy. To me, at this point, she needs to decide. If she wants this new guy more than her current husband...she needs to make her intentions known to everyone. Plans need to be made. This is a life-altering event for everyone. When I do it, it's a dick-altering event. I don't give one rat's ass about the guy who owns the dick. The only emotional attachment I will have is with his penis. I go home...eventually. One day I will find a life partner that understands that.
Just a quick little Good morning video to start your day . It's officially Bike Week here in Daytona Beach and I am dressed for the occasion 😜 Have a great day and catch you later 💋
Laying some slabs...because I don't have any slabs laying me. Slabs...as in concrete. I'm getting pretty good at it. I know. Not sexy at all, but if you were here watching me, I bet I could use your dick as a screed board...if that's the right terminology.
Happy Thursday, just checking in with you to see how your day is going and letting me know what I am up to 😉 Just wanted to show you my assets 😜💪🍑🏐🏐Have a great one 💋
So we are going to start the day off with a few new pics, as in less than 10 minutes old...as in I just broke out my phone and took them!
Watching some chick eat a dick on Twitter. I want to be her. Did you ever watch some porn and thought, "that looks mouthwatering delicious."? It really does. Makes me like full of energy just watching it. Sex is wonderful like that. It charges me all up and gets me ready to go. The sight of a dick does the exact same thing. In a weird way, it makes me hungry. Sometimes to the point of insanity. So if you ever wondered why I like getting the dick pics...now you know.
So, I had my house back all to myself...then I end up babysitting because the kids are sick. Right after I got over being sick. Hopefully, I don't end up with kid malaria or something like that. Anyway, they are all back to school now so finally...the first day in forever since I have had my house to myself! I think I'll go masturbate to celebrate. Not kidding.
Look, I'm just going to say it. If I have to hear another dude say, I have to call him her/she/xi or whatever the current idiocracy is in play at the moment...I'm going to kick her in the balls. Seriously, be a he, be a she, change it whenever you want...nobody cares. If you don't look the part then don't be shocked when someone gets it wrong. How the fuck are we supposed to know?
