Another video of me wishing a penis was in my guts. Enjoy! ..

Another video of me wishing a penis was in my guts. Enjoy! Bob cheated on me this weekend. Fucked some other chick. Left me at home. Good for him! Fuck, it's about time he manned it up. I'm proud of him, he did the right thing. Put that cock to use the way it was meant to be. Would I have wanted him to put it to use inside of me instead? Of course, I love that dick. Bob, well you know. Oh well. He doesn't know that I know. A jealous friend who wants to fuck me made sure I found out. I hope he brings it up, I want the details. I am oddly more turned on than I should be about this. I feel like I may have upped his game and now the student is becoming the teacher. Teach me Bob, teach me well. I needed a big fat penis: that's what I wanted to scream. But instead, I just hung out in bed and masturbated. There was no cock is inside me so you can say I solo-ed it this weekend. It's been a few days since I've had my guts rearranged, and now all I can think about is how much more fun it would be if there was someone else here who could fuck me stupid. I am so hungry for some serious cock. I've been getting prime dick for the past few weeks and now suddenly no penis in my pussy. What the fuck boys? It's hard not to think about it, you know? It seems that there's no one around who wants to give me the big D. What am I supposed to do? I already know. Quit bitching about it and get the damn job done! I figured out that I was too lazy this weekend to get my box stuffed full of dick. I certainly could have given a better effort at finding a cock to dump its dick goo in me. I blame myself. So no feeling sorry for my pussy or myself. Next time, I will hunt the cock down with a vengeance when I am in that kind of mood. Someone described my driving habits as anti-social this weekend. I blame my mechanic. I took my car to the shop and he wanted too much to fix my brakes. So I had him fix my horn instead. I thought about Bob's cock this weekend. I didn't know he was getting his dick smeared in pussy juices until today but that would have been even better if I did. I probably thought about it more than I should have. Why do I have such a thing for Bob's meat missile? When you see it hanging there all soft and ugly, all soft dicks are ugly so quit your bitching, it looks like it's going to be 4 or 5 inches. It's so short and thin. But after a few licks or strokes, it expands to over 9 inches and 5 inches around. We used a sewing measuring tape. Don't ask, I had to know, that's all you need to know. It's scary when you see it hard. For its size, it's too hard. It stands straight up with zero flexibility. Most cocks over 7 inches kind of stick straight out and flop around. Not his. It is a regular steel rod. I like that hardness, I prefer that hardness. But, as I said, it's scary. It is so long and strong it feels and seems like it could poke me right in the spleen. Oddly enough, that turns me on. I don't know why. Then he rubs the head of his dick on my clit and I turn stupid. I like turning fuck-stupid. It makes me enjoy the sex so much more. The dick has me so stupid I don't care what I say or do, I just get totally into it. What about Bob himself? I don't know that much about him. I don't really care to be honest. He isn't that interesting. If he keeps turning my guts into fuck soup I'll just keep pretending I give a shit about what he has to say. I hope he calls today and asks me to blow him. I really want to do that. Just show up at his place and suck his dick till he feeds me his cum and then have him tell me to leave because he has to go out with his girlfriend. I want that kind of relationship in my life. I need that kind of relationship. I am starting to understand that I am very bizarre in my sexual likes. I like bizarre so there's that. Just saying!