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I’m addicted to monster cocks. The bigger the cock the wetter my panties get.

 
Dumb girls make the mistake of talking about their big dick boyfriends around me. I start plotting ways to fuck their men behind their backs. I look like the sweet girl next door, but I’m a filthy cum slut. Every night I dream about monster cock. Daily I’m on a never-ending search for men with huge dicks. I’ll grab any guys crotch to see if he has a monster cock. It’s not a monster cock if it isn’t over 10 inches. Black guys are more likely to have a monster cock.
 

But on rare occasions, I’ll find a white man who’s packing an anaconda in his underwear.

 
I found Dale on one of those rare occasions. Dale is a tall and skinny, sci-fi nerd. He could destroy anyone in a game of Star Wars trivia. I couldn’t figure out why my friend set us up on a blind date. We had nothing in common. The only thing he wanted to talk about was Star Wars and Game of Thrones. I would have ended the date early but I caught him staring at my tits. His erection was so huge, he couldn’t hide it with his hand. I moved his hand out of the way and felt his growing cock. I took him home.
 

He was dorky, but I can’t pass up an opportunity to screw a monster cock.

 
I got him in my bedroom and I was aggressive. I pushed him down onto his back and did all the work. Freeing his cock from his pants and wrapped my lips around it. He moaned as I gave him sloppy head. Its impossible to fit a whole monster cock in your mouth. Your hands are an extension of lips, as you stroke it into your throat. He was enjoying the blowjob too much. I had to stop before he busted a huge nut in my mouth. I had to ride his massive joystick. Bouncing until I squirted all over his stomach. Now, Dorky Dale and I fuck every Friday.