Tonight I did not want to fuck Brian. I just wanted to lay in bed and watch some lame ass movie on HBO, then a soft core porn, make myself cum and then go to bed. Of course, Brian had something else in mind.
He started by massaging my neck a little, and then moving his hands down my sides, which always makes me want to roll over...sneaky little bastard. So, here I am, laying on my belly...with his soft hands rubbing my on the small of my back. I couldnt help but get wet.
I felt his cock pressed against my leg...getting stiffer and wetter. "He whispers in my ear softly, "Roll over." He slides his fingers gently inside my blushing vagina lips and teases my stiffening clit. I softly moan when I feel the moist, yet warm touch of his tongue on my right nipple.
He slides his body over, between my legs and I feel his pulsating cock against my mound. My smooth, shaven pussy urns to feel his throbbing cock deep inside. I beg for it, scream for it! "Fuck me, Brian!" As he slides into my, I gasp. Soft and slow, our bed makes the sounds only made from the passion of two fires uniting. He looks into my eyes, and tells me he loves me. Faster? Oh, boy, faster! I wrap my chubby legs around his neck and feel him grip my milky white thighs for leverage while he pounds my tight, silky pussy. My head slams into the headboard, do I care? No! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME!
He slows down...barely grinding into me at all, looks deep into my eyes and says "No, I want to make love to you."
He hovers over me and kisses me all over my face and places his chest close to mine. I feel his cock get thicker, his muscles tighten and his face clinch up. I feel his cum in 5 long, blissful spirts. I feel each pump deep inside of me. I body instinctively clinches to keep every drop deep inside of me. I feel his cock go limp and it side out.
It feels like gallons of warm, thick syrup flowing from inside of me, down the crack of my ass. I ask for a towel to clean it up, and he says "Dont you dare! You let them do their job!" He places his head on my belly and closes his eyes.
And that kids, is how Wesley is made. | 
