Look, MILFs/GILFs are just more fun. We genuinely love dick...

Look, MILFs/GILFs are just more fun. We genuinely love dick. No bullcrap sales pitches or fake interest, so we seem cool…we simply love a good dick in our guts. Why? Who knows, and who cares? As long as your dick is in our holes…all is good in the world. Even when it cums to making porn. All these girls are pumping out video after video that if you actually watch it…you can see they don’t want to be there. But one has to pay the bills. I don’t pay my bills by making porn, so when I fuck…I’m fucking to feel a man spraying the walls of my cunt down with sperm. Apparently, I look hungry when I fuck. I have been told that. I am hungry. Hungry for orgasms. As many as possible.

Scott ate a load of David's sperm that pooled up in my gaped-out hole. He gagged the entire time. Probably because after David deposited the contents of his testicles inside of me, he asked me to bring Scott in so he could watch him lick his sperm out of me, so it was good and fresh and mostly still inside of me. Which I am always up for so good for David for making that request. I didn’t feel like Scott was really getting David’s jizz out of me, so I had him lie down, and then I sat on his face, rubbed my massive clit, and watched large hanging drops of jizz ooze into his mouth in the mirror. He kept his mouth closed at first, so I fingered the first drop of jizz into his nose, which got him to open his mouth and keep it open. He really is the perfect cuck. I wanted him to jerk off for us and cum on the floor and eat it in front of us, but his dick wasn’t just soft; it shrunk up into a micro-penis. It was that useless. I don’t know if he ever got off after all of that. I never asked. After he had a meal of David’s sperm courtesy of David’s testicles and then couldn’t perform, I sent him on his way. I did hear him brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash. Oddly enough, that turns me on thinking he does that afterward.

This will tick people off, and it’s going in an entirely different direction, but no point in not being truthful and hiding what I want to say here. I wanted to fuck David in the great outdoors, and it was hot yesterday. David is fat. No point in sugarcoating it. He eats nothing but McDonalds or whatever crap he can have delivered. Says he’s too tired to cook for himself after work. My point is that when we got to where we were going in the back woods swap place, I like to bend over and get properly bred in he was sweating profusely and couldn’t catch his breath. So much so he had to sit on the ground. His shirt was soaked, and his face was bright red. The sight of him on his ass on the ground made me no longer want to fuck. Not because of his obvious overweight appearance. If appearance were a thing with me, I would never have stuffed my guts with his super-sized dong in the first place. He’s as fat as he was when we first met long ago, but I completely forgot about it and became blind to it over time until yesterday. His physical inability to be viable as a man shone a glaring light on it, which turned me off. He has eaten himself into being non-capable. Even worse, his physical state made him very appreciative that I said I didn’t want to fuck; it was too hot. It was true, I didn’t want to fuck. Not because it was too hot or I wasn’t horny as fuck, because I was. It was because he looked so… what's the word I’m looking for…weak… maybe inadequate? All we did was walk in the woods, granted it was in the heat, for a mile or so, and he was physically useless. That’s a bit much for a man in his late 30s or early 40s. I can’t remember which. I don’t expect anyone to be able to run a marathon or not sweat when it's hot outside but if you can’t get through a trip to the supermarket comfortably without running out of breath…you may want to re-think your physical fitness program or lack thereof. We had to wait 30 minutes before he could start the walk back. We had to stop twice along the way. In my mind, I found myself thinking of him as a totally different person. I don’t want to be with a man who can’t at least walk a mile or so without taking 30-minute breaks. I know this sounds terrible but I can’t help how I feel so differently about him now. Before someone starts, I don’t need the thought police to re-educate me on how to think about this situation properly. I have come to understand that for me I don’t like it when a guy eats himself into being non-capable. With that said, here cums the hypocritical version of me… 2 hours later, David’s dick was resizing my pussy to epic proportions in my bedroom. Hence, the recount above. My pussy has a mind of its own, and it didn’t give a shit about David’s basic fitness shortfalls. I admit it, though. I see David differently now. My mind pictures him as someone who has aged well beyond his years and has become feeble. I don’t want to see him that way, but I can’t help it. I am still madly in love with his penis, just not him so much anymore. Funny how one little thing can change the outlook on a person. Then again, I’m sure I do things that also cause people to look at me in a different light as well. Part of being a human, I guess.