I spent Christmas morning with Scott, then the rest of the d..
I spent Christmas morning with Scott, then the rest of the day, and night, I had Jakes's cock in one hole or another, pumping cum in me. Merry Christmas. Look, Jake is an addiction. I might have some profound feelings for him, and I do…but they are sexually driven feelings. As in, Jake has joined Scott in my dark, perverted world of sexual deviancy, and he doesn’t even know it. I knew this all along. I’m a dick addict, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. Even leading Jake on. Do I feel bad about it? Sure…but my pussy is ecstatic over the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong. I have my feelings for Jake. I really do. If only it weren’t for Scott…then we might have something. I really want us to have something, but sadly for him, that’s my pussy talking. As long as Jake keeps filling me up with his sperm…I’ll keep telling him what he wants to hear. The truth is I’m in love with Jake’s dick…and his body as well. I wonder if that would be upsetting to Jake, knowing I’m more in love with his dick than I am with him? The problem Jake has is it’s the reverse for Scott. I’m not a fan of Scott’s dick, but Scott himself… is an addiction in a much stronger way. Scott’s dick is not my favorite, to say the least….but everything else about him works for me. But let’s think about this for a second. At this point, logically, I feel it would be good to be Jake because his dick is always inside of me. He came 3 times in my guts last night alone. I admit I came more than that, but that’s not the point. The point is, even though I choose Scott as my man, it sucks to be him because he ends up cleaning up the mess Jake’s dick leaves inside of me.
