Maybe I’ve said all this before, but I was jacking off last night as I watched your & Rio Blaze’s vids with Will. These thoughts came to mind as I came a couple of times, shooting a few ropes of cum all over my abs and chest…. Every star has a person with whom they have a special visceral connection. Take Bogart & Becall or Tracey & Hepburn. When you see them together – on or off screen – you can tell they’ve got something special. Their amazing onscreen chemistry is possible because of their off screen chemistry. It’s just obvious.
So it is with you, Rio, and DFW. The way you guys fuck makes it clear that only a fraction of all the fucking you do ever gets filmed. (What is that fraction? 40%? Less?) That’s why your vids are so authentic; they merely show what you and DFW do so often, so well, so beautifully. A favorite vid of mine is “Straight to the Fucking” because it has the feel of your husband returning from an errand – that you & Will sent him on – only to hear you two upstairs fucking like banshees. “Damn!” your husband exclaims aloud to himself. “They’re fucking again!” Hurriedly, he grabs the camera, dashes upstairs, and bursts thorough the bedroom door only to find you impaled on DFW’s huge BBC, reverse cowgirl style. Your thighs are proudly spread wide, giving hubby (and us!) a unobstructed view of your tiny pink pussy stretched tight around his big, black, shaft. Slowly your hips rise and fall, rise and fall, pushing your pussy firmly down on his BBC, making sure his glans bumps against your cervix. Will bucks his hips up making your hindquarters rise then crash back down on his pelvis. He thrusts his cock upwards again, faster and faster, jack-hammering your warm, sopping wet pussy. Your head lolls to one side then to the other.
Through distant, dreamy, half-opened eyes, you vaguely see hubby anxiously fumbling to capture the action on film. Will’s oblivious to everything except servicing your body, keeping you writhing on his BBC, tongue, mouth, hands, lips. As you pant your trademark exclamation (Shoot it, shoot it!), DFW’s BBC spasms balls deep in your juicy, plush pussy. If hubby hadn’t returned from his errands when he did, he would’ve missed out on the 6th or 7th time in the last 24 hours that Will’s loaded of your fertile womb with a warm, fresh batch of his baby batter?!
Finally, Will relaxes atop you. He whispers into your ear. Faintly, you giggle as that tranquil post-coital contentedness washes over you. When you both float back down to Earth, you realize hubby’s filming the action from the wrong end. Annoyed, you and Will both impatiently and silently motion with your hands for hubby to swing around between your and Will’s legs some he can film Will’s BBC slowly withdrawing from your smooth little gaped pussy, his seed spilling out. This is ritual you and Will perform with stunning beauty and authenticity. It’s the sacred genesis of human life we’re witnessing. Cum splattered all over my abs and chest as I look at your gaped leaking pussy, I imagine Will’s seed taking root in your womb, your belly swelling in the months ahead, as your womb nourishes and grows the progeny of two amazing Alphas. Then I drift off to sleep.