Hi, my name is Marcus Daniels. Im 18 years old, and Im willing now to accept the fact that I have a problem. I am severely obsessed with sex. I have to have it. It doesnt matter who, doesnt matter how, or where. I just need to have it. Ill tell you about my sexual escapades, but youre probably going to think ill of me.
Most recently, when I was on a rapid to work, I noticed a girl eyeing me. Now, I consider myself to be attractive although some people might disagree. Im African-American, but Im light-skinned. More like high-yellow. I stand at 511, with dark brown eyes, and slightly ripped abs. Im no arebesque, but Ive got a tight little six pack that shows enough through my shirt. I also harbor a thick 9 1/2 inch dick, which is the cause of all these issues. The girl who was eyeing me was Caucasian, maybe 55. She had long brown hair that touched the back of her ass, a pair of round, bouncy 36B tits (my favorites). She lifted one leg over the other so I could admire the curves of her ass. It was a round, plump thing that made the tip of my cock nearly burst from my jeans. She noticed my tent and smiled. I moved closer to her, and struck up a conversation. Like most of my conversations, they always involve a lot of touching: From shaking her hand to rubbing her arm, to squeezing her hips, just to get a feel of what it would be like to stuff her with my cock.
In the midst of our conversation, I gathered that her name was Jennifer, she was 17, and she was on her way to school. I saw her glance again at my cock. It was straining to be free, my horniness was beginning to take over and I couldnt contain it. "If it needs to breathe, just let it out." Jennifer suggested.
"You mean, pull my dick out, right here?" I asked.
"Sure. I wanna see it anyway." She said, and with that, I unzipped the fly on my jeans, and released a thick, light-skinned rock hard cock. Jennifers eyes bulged out of her skull. "Whoa! Thats a big dick!" she exclaimed. Wed forgotten we... Læs hele novellen
