Missy, Nineteen, and Aiden, Twenty five, rogered in his apartment in Seattle, Washington, when our cameraman was in town shooting for another SCORE group mag. “Posing solo, like I did in advance of (NN, 11/08) is okay, but really fucking and committing that to history by having it in the mag is way larger quantity radical, and that’s what appealed to me,” told Missy.
“Aiden didn’t care about being radical and daring,” said Missy. “He’s a commonplace, excited lad and he’d shag me on a check-out counter in our local supermarket at rush sixty minutes if I asked him to, ‘cuz it’s just about getting some cookie and getting off as far as this chab is concerned. I’m not knocking him…he’s a average fellow who can’t live out of sex. That’s great, because I love it and need it just as often as this chab does.”
“Aiden was the 1st boy I’ve been with who wanted to tit-fuck me,” told Missy. “At first, I thought it was naive and a waste of time, but the bigger quantity we’ve done it, the bigger in size amount I have gotten into it. I like to get set up so I can take up with the tongue the head of his meat-thermometer when he’s stroking between my whoppers, and then I can engulf him off when he starts to cum, if that charmer wishes to take it that far. I’d rather feel him cumming inside my snatch or my arsehole, but sometimes, when he’s been a fine lady-killer, I’ll receive him off during a tit-fuck. I don’t mind him cumming on my face and in my mouth ’cause I love the smack of his ball cream.”
