I've been with my "partner" for 13 years now. Still, I can say without a doubt porn is my true love.
I wake up and think about porn. About fucking my hand while watching pixels of men fucking, sucking, eating ass. I live and breathe porn.
And the idiot has no clue. I love it.
Tu padres te tuvieron muy jóvenes, y era de esperarse que la calentura de adulto joven de tu papi no desapareciera incluso después de haber tenido un hijo, así que cuando mami no está, tu papi el malandro te sube a su moto para culearte encima de ella.
“UNNHGG!”
I moaned while fucking deep inside my Father, looking into his eyes as we mated.
“Fuck yeah, little bro. Fuck our Dad, buddy,” my big brother growled while groping Dad’s pecs and making out with him.
“Listen to your brother, son,” Dad panted, “Breed your father.”
I remember telling my therapist about my previous porn alt account and all the guys I used to text behind my bf's back. And him acting totally Ok, like I just told him I loved reading.
I hope he did this afterwards. He was so fucking hot and had a fat ass I would die to eat.
Days without fucking my bf: 9
Days without fucking my fist: 0
I need to widen that gap even more.
More days rejecting my bf, zero days without destroying my fist to porn.
This is exactly how I want my life 😈
Porn >> boyfriend every single time.
Days without fucking my bf: 9
Days without fucking my fist: 0
I need to widen that gap even more.
More days rejecting my bf, zero days without destroying my fist to porn.
This is exactly how I want my life 😈
Porn >> boyfriend every single time.