She answered the front door

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wearing her white nightie from last night. It was cotton and her nipples were visible, but it was just her daily delivery of groceries from the store and Jimmie knew her she knew him so she opened the door and let him in. Jimmie had fantasized about her a lot, and her thirty year old body was tight and firm and as he placed the groceries on the kitchen table, her tit fell out exposing itself to his lustfull gaze.

Her red hair and blue-green eyes charmed him while her southern sultry voice this far north in new england excited him in ways he wasn't fully aware of consciously. Her sweat (visible on her forehead as she had been cleaning the house that cold wintry morning) glimmered in the March light coming in the windows on that bright but very cold cloudy morning.

She asked him if there was anything she could get for him and her nightie slipped open exposing her trimmed pussy. He swallowed but lost his breath, stammering and stuttering till she said "I think I have something for you" and with that she opened her nightie and placed one leg up on a kitchen chair as if to highlight her snatch. She betrayed her hunger for him as he slipped down on his knees to feast hungrily on her wet moistening pussy. She encouraged him as she felt his tongue slip up into her folds, lapping her precious juice into his mouth, by saying "there, there, lord, eat your woman fiercely, make me hunger for your strapping across my Irish ass and your bold forceful cock now!"

Jimmie continued licking her clit and lapping at her ass and legs from underneath this very sensuous and sultry lassie from Ireland. Her bonnie red hair compelled him in an obsessive maner to watch her as she smiled in pleasure, receiving his tongue into her Irish pussy.

She snapped her legs around his head as she came uncontrollably, forcefully, hips bucking, belly shaking as he lapped her while she orgasmed on his face.

"Now fuck me hard" she commanded, throwing off her nightie and bending over her kitchen table, exposing her bottom to his devouring cock.

He dropped his pants to his ankles and strode up behind her and entered her warm silky pussy with his fully erect 10 inch Pride of Boston Cock-head, making her scream out in her native Irish brogue (which excited him even more). She could scarcely believe the size of his cock, she thought to herself, as she was fucked mercilessly and repeatedly while he played with her clit with his finger. He intermittently spanked her Irish ass which made her moan and squeal in pleasure as, at last, she had found someone to give her the animal-sized cock she needed.

He came as he pulled out of her, shooting his hot sperm on her cheeks, tits and face. His tight lacrosse-like balls seemd to taunt her as they slapped her in her face as she blew him, taking half of his mammoth-sized cock in her mouth, while she played with those heavy masculine testicles in her special village way she had learned back at home, in the coastal village she grew up in. When she touched them in her special way, he erupted again in her mough, down her throat, filling her mouth with that familiar manly taste of masculine cum in her mouth.

All was right with the world today, she thought to herself, as she milked the last 8 spurts of cum from his thick wide mushroom-shaped tool.
 
She went from being southern in the second paragraph to being Irish in the rest of the story. Maybe you just meant she was from Cork. At any rate, this one little detail kept me from enjoying what otherwise was no doubt a tale of erotic splendor that would have made Lawrence wince in envy.
 
His tight lacrosse-like balls seemd to taunt her as they slapped her in her face as she blew him,

That has to be one of the oddest descriptions ever for a guy's balls. Were they the yellow ones? The red ones?
 
Guy must be Canadian...we're known for our vulcanized lacrosse balls.

Also, he sounds quite masculine and manly:

that familiar manly taste of masculine cum
 
That has to be one of the oddest descriptions ever for a guy's balls. Were they the yellow ones? The red ones?

And who enjoys being hit in the face with one lacrosse ball, let alone two? Imagine trying to explain those bruises.
 
And who enjoys being hit in the face with one lacrosse ball, let alone two? Imagine trying to explain those bruises.

No one would understand the explanation if it's in an Irish brogue anyway. Feel free to take all the lacrosse balls in the face with wanton abandon.
 
Oh, no, I absolutely love it. I mean, I've lost a few teeth but that just makes the dick sucking easier.

Would you like to go out some time or something? Although mine are a bit more like a sack of tiny ball bearings. I squeezed them into multiple pieces. Quantity over size. When I walk it sounds like a cup with slightly melted ice sloshing around.
 
Can we get more description of what her special way entails?
 
I miss hogjack.

I loved to slide my fingers around his wit and just pump that thing.
 
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