RiverBank BJ Pic

Two hours ago, I had just gotten filled by my neighbor, and now you’re on your way to my house. Okay, so maybe I was going through my hoe phase after a break-up, but can you blame a girl? I went from having sex practically every day to none. So naturally, I needed a plethora of men to fill the void, and you happened to come along. You were skeptical of me, probably because you were young. I had forgotten the ignorance of youth and first experiences. I got all dressed up, punked out princess, when you picked me up. You were just in awe of me. Like I walked off the set of some porno you were jerking off to in your college dorm bed. You must have never been popular; no one had exploited your body because of your looks. It was quite cute driving to my favorite river spot and walking the path, asking questions about yourself. Maybe you couldn’t just see me as a person. Here I am, a walking sex doll for you, and I want to have a conversation. I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut. I’m gabbing on until I’m on my knees by the riverbed, mouth full of your…you get the point. Your nervousness radiated from your body. I guess I must’ve been a first for you. I couldn’t be hindered. I felt like a million dirty bucks, knees in the dirt, tiny little camo skirt, ripped tights, with long, straight black hair. I was the fantasy you’ve always wanted to fulfill, living on as the best head you’ll ever receive. I’m sensing a theme here. It’s just all the dedication I give to the part, like it’s a role in a movie. Were you the one that really deserved all my energy? You were too excited. You came in seconds of trying to enter me, which most definitely embarrassed you because you couldn’t live up to the part. Here you were getting to fuck the punk girl of your dreams, and it’s over. Frankly, it’s flattering, and I’m satisfied by the oral fixation you provided. Plus, it’ll always be a memory I’ll hold on to. Us in your parents’ old Volvo driving down to my favorite secluded spot on the river. The thrill of hearing the cars driving 75 on the highway in the distance and wind rustling the trees. It scared you; you probably never played outside, let alone with someone who’d dress up sluty and go out in public with you. Yeah, I know, I know, I’m a little crazy, but what can I say…the hormones are working. So when it’s all said and done, and your fantasy is fulfilled, you’ll just leave me behind as a distant memory. I was used to the feeling anyway; I didn’t always put so much effort into one specific man. I usually get done up for myself; fuck pleasing the gaze of straight men, I want to just exist as a sexual icon and attract what I attract. For once, I put the effort towards you, the inexperienced, nerdy college boy. Your outward appearance convinced me you were a preppy, clean-cut boy, but your thoughts portrayed the ignorance of your youth. You must’ve not been raised around strong personalities, no crazy or traumatized parents. I’m positive my personality came at you like a tidal wave which was too much for you to handle. I’m sure it was the embarrassment you felt altering cumming in seconds that led you to block me the second you got home, not before you sent the pictures you took of me kneeling with your cock in my mouth. Whatever led you to send the pictures before eradicating me from your phone led me to post it on my X exposing us both. Not like you’d ever know I did, but the constant was given when you sent them my way. A little ode to us and our brief encounter solidified in time on a social media platform. So thanks for making me some money.