She didn’t usually talk like that but she was too horny to think straight. All she knew was that she wanted some dick and she wanted it hard. He politely pushed her away and got up. “Hey, what happened?” babe “Nothing… but, um, you need to leave.” “Why? Was it something I said? What happened?” “Just leave, Nidhi, please. You’re making it worse.” Confused, she left his home. That night, she received a message from him. He was sorry he had to push her out of the house but he found that they were... sexually incompatible. In fact, he went on to say that she seemed a bit depraved. A bit too dirty. Abnormal, almost. And what happened that night made him too uncomfortable to see her for blonde a while. Maybe forever. That night, she sobbed into her pillow. For almost a year after that, she went about her life thinking that she wasn’t going Hardcore to get laid ever. She was going to die an old, single maid. Then, finally, last night happened, and Dev changed everything for the better. Dev understood her. He didn’t judge her when she asked him to choke her. He called her a whore – that was so hot. And she loved that blowjob he found her so sexy. “Room for one more?” I think my panic showed in my voice. “Did you shoot a young man Friday evening?” When you dumped that oatmeal on me at breakfast, I barely made it out the door before blowing a load blonde big enough Hardcore to fill the bowl! “Master!” I screamed. He licked and bit my nipples before wrapping his lips around my cock. “Hard to concentrate blowjob on food, with those big things right there in front of you. It seems like you have yourself a deal. You. I was twenty. This girl’s crazy! “Well, that won’t do, but we need something you’ll recognize, don’t babe we buddy?” Jackson pokes his head under my hand and rubs against my body with his, leaning hard on me.