Those Sexy College Days
For all you single guys, listen up and take notes, you married guys I know you remember back when the little lady looked about as sexy as this hot fucking blonde bitch does. Perhaps it was college. Remember those fucking lazy weekends right after god damn finals when all you wanted to do was relax your ass off and catch up on some very fucking needed sleep and sex. You and the girlfriend just lounging around the apartment, mostly nude, fucking like rabbits.
Then there were the fucking tender moments, just sitting on the couch. She’d use your lap instead of the pillows in the picture to rest her head against. Some nonsensical fucking drival on the TV or perhaps a game. Shit man, come on now, I know you gotta remember those moments cause it was shit like that which caused you to fucking get stupid and marry in the first place. I know you want to hide them way the fuck back but think.
She’d feel your cock stiffen cause it sure enjoye the feel of her head rubbing up against it and she’d roll over, pull your snake out of your pants and start giving it a fucking mind altering blow job. Nice and slow using her tongue and her lips to coax him into his primary state of hardness. Taking her time blowing you and you enjoying every fucking minute of all the time she’s lavishing on making your cock feel good. Pause for a moment remembering exactly how good it felt. Her caressing your balls in her hand, warm wet lips caressing your cock. It was that moment, whether you know it or not that changed your fucking life and you fell in love.
AND SHIT AIN’T BEEN THE FUCKING SAME SINCE. Ya got hitched, she popped out a couple kids, her fucking ass has grown fatter and her titties have shriveled up and gotten all saggy and her mouth hasn’t gotten near your starving for a-fucking-ffection cock in a year and then it was a big fucking deal with her ruining the whole fucking thing by warning you not to dare cum in her mouth. Hell you aint even gotten laid since… which holiday was it, your birthday, Xmas, Valentines day or when of those rare occasions when she just simply gives in cause she can’t take you begging for it anymore.
Hell you practically have to buy a piece of ass from her now. Flowers, candy, a new dress, shoes, what is it she wants that if you get her means she will fucking spread those legs for you and then she just fucking lays there and moans a little just to encourage you to finish.
That’s why you fucking need Breath Takers. Hot fucking college age bitchs who still have nice firm titties and sexy fucking asses. They remind you why your alive and more importantly they remind you that your little sex starved buddy is still alive. They can revive those memories of the good ole days and it’s a whole lot fucking cheaper than tucking dollars in g-strings and buying fucking lap dances. Either fucking way, you end up at home with a bottle of lotion in one hand, other firmly wrapped around your cock, stroking it for all it’s worth and remembering.
