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I was tired, sweaty and had one shin badly raked by spikes in a tight tackle gone wrong. We’ll see, not too hungry at the moment anyway. Nothing on the telly either, and my girlfriend has been away visiting her mother in Cardiff.

Don’t fret; I absolutely hammed the fucker who did it to me about 15 minutes later. Nothing worth eating, perhaps a takeaway curry later? As I hadn’t had any action (other than footy) for days, an answer to this burning question was not very far away. I peeled off my guernsey, lay on the bed and fired up my laptop. Slightly bored, I was, so what was a 21 year old feller to do?

I came home after football practice – or "soccer" – to those who give a shit about using their own terms. I half limped over to the fridge to see what I might snack for supper. The professional glamour tarts are not for me, it looks all too fake for my liking. I like the ordinary girl next store type – she doesn’t have to be super-hot or gorgeous either, she just has to look pretty and be real.

I’m not a bad looking lad meself, footy training gives you a hard bod, after all, but I’m not a head turner by any stretch. I want a real women in my bed, a real women just like my Shirl. You know what I had in mind just as well as I did. Searching for the right kind of porn is more of an art than a science.

Right now I was as horney as fuck and wanted me some of that special filth that only a real women can deliver. At last I found what I was looking for. Sometimes it can look good in the beginning and take a wrong turn just before the vinegar stroke.

If you pick the wrong kind it can ruin a good wank. You can stick the fake moans and shit and put it where the sun don’t shine. That’s the ticket, especially as I was about to do the same thing to myself. Some chick had posted a 14 minute vid of herself tickling her fancy. a record shop, or something.

She was about the same age as me. Somebody who was really real and somebody I might have even flirted with at some point. She was pretty, a bit skinny p’haps? Course I’d never do it in front of my best girl, you understand? I searched for ten whole minutes, which is a long time when you are fanging for a tug.

It does no harm and helps spread the cheer, you got me? It’s all about respect, isn’t it? Even with Shirl, I flirt a bit with the ladies. I like the amateur stuff, meself. I watched her set up the scene perfectly; she was fully dressed in grey and pink panamas and sort of turning down the bed, fussing about and that sort of thing.

She even fiddled with her long hair, putting it into a pony tail. The thing is, she looked like she might have worked in. That was doing strange things to me neither regions. It was a good fresh sweat smell though, as opposed to a stale sweaty smell, if you understand me?

The kind of smell that makes the lasses go a bit gooie down below. The girl on the screen removed her pyjama top and she had very cute boobs indeed. But for porn, this girl had it all. The very ordinariness was turning me the fuck on. At the point where she got a purple vibrator out of a drawer I slipped out of my shorts and briefs (as my footy jumper was already off) and settled back in the raw to watch my show.

I really could use a shower, I thought as I lifted one arm and caught a wiff from my pit. My cock is not enormous. I hadn’t measured it since I was a lad, but when I last did it was about six and a half inches. The girl on the screen dropped her drawers and I saw her pretty little muff.

My Shirl couldn’t keep her hands off it at any rate, the saucy minx! My todger woke up and said "hello". A close-up of the girls little muff showing her lips spread like petals moved my hand to my dick like it was on remote control and I wasn’t even aware of it. It were trimmed and dark and I could see myself diving in and even go for seconds. It may not have been massive, but I’d had no complaints from the ladies, especially when ploughing them.

I got some lube from my bedroom drawer and applied a good amount on my todger and some more on my left hand (yes, I’m "wrong-handed"). My 21 year old cock almost growled with approval. I began to get down to serious business on my cock on long slow motions. There is a big difference in a sweat. What she can do with that little brown-eyed hole doesn’t bear thinking about.

My cock got proper hard and pointed at my belly like it were accusing it of something evil. Anyway, Jesus wept, the girl on the screen had applied her purple toy to the whole vaginal area in a swirling motion and unconsciously my left hand was rubbing my hardness in perfect time with her.

She was really getting into it - you can always tell by the eyes. Once she even "winked" me off, which shows her talents in a particular light. A girl can control a lot of things about her body, particularly her twat, but not the eyes, the eyes are indeed windows to the soul. The girl was sitting on the bed pleasuring herself, she was also speaking to the camera about some rubbish, but as the vibrator was going all out like a lawnmower I could quite make out what she was saying.

Something was missing though and I had a brain wave. Shirl is partial to a bit of backside action every so often, as am I. Especially when I remembered that the last time I used this lube was four days before when it helped me go deep into my girl’s pretty and very tight bum hole.

But first rule of a good wank - lube, lots of good quality lube. A pair of my Shirl’s blue cotton underpants. After scattering clothes all over the floor I found what I was looking for. The last time Shirl wore these we had come back from a long bicycle ride together. I got off the bed and went to the laundry hamper and dug into it like a madman.

My dick was hard and now super slick and I was enjoying the hell out of it. Let me tell you, I adore the scent of that women’s cunt. I did see her little anus now and again as she rolled about and I liked what I saw, because further lube was unnecessary as my cock decided to produce its own. It was something more invisible.

I suppose that a lot of women reading this would be repelled? These panties contained more of her womanly essence than any other piece fabric in the universe. All the times I ate Shirl’s delightful pussy can racing to my brain. All I can say, that if a man doesn’t absolutely adore your cunt, ladies, you better have another look at him because you can’t change who you are and your fanny deserves worship like the precious jewel it is.

The lass on the screen got on all fours showing her rump and worked the vibrator from behind. So, there I sat, watching this pretty girl getting closer to her destination whilst I stroked my hard cock with one hand and breathed the very life force of my girl from the crotch of her soiled knickers. It had a tweetybird on the front, but that’s not what attracted my interest.

Pants down and me inside her while she was still dressed. At no time did it enter her body apart from the accidental slip during moments of pleasure. My left hand kept time with her and Shirl’s pussy scent drove me nearly insane. Before long I would tell that the girl on the screen was moving to a point of no return. The purple vibrator was now half entering her vulva.

In the event you beloved this information along with you desire to get details relating to porn web live i implore you to pay a visit to the webpage. I was stroking myself hard but also trying to hold back. And after going for a long bike ride – let’s not kid ourselves - it allows a lot of vaginal "soakage". Shirl really loves sudden attacks, although I prefer slower foreplay.

I wish I could describe what it does to me. My head was so full of Shirl’s cunt scent that I could hardly breathe. You know when you can sense something good was about to happen? She had forgotten about the camera and had forgotten about pretty much everything.

The girl snapped her knees shut but her vagina remained on full display. As she started to cum her head - which was almost invisible at this point because the fun part of her was framing the shot – was rocking side to side and her ponytail was flapping about. If she were with me right now I would take her savagely, and just the way she loved it.

She was falling into orgasm. I bunched Shirl’s panties into my face for the final inhale. The girl on the screen was lost in quivers, but that wasn’t it. Her pussy was contracting over and over again, and with each contraction her little bumhole squeezed with ecstasy.

She flipped onto her back and opened her legs wider. What did it was her beautiful star of an arsehole began contracting with every wave of pleasure. As my handed moved up and down blind to everything else, my hard wet penis started pumping hot jets of hot sperm all over my belly.

My cock began to enter the point of no return too. There I lay, wet and sticky and thinking of a hot shower (and starting to get hungry to boot) when my cell phone went off. Do you want to know the sight that pushed me over the edge? Jesus, I’d finished not a moment too soon.

Winking at me, as it were! Seeing that started the forces inside me. "Hi Spunky", she said with unknowing accuracy. "Heyya Beautiful", I said. It was the lady herself, my ever-loving Girlfriend Shirley Bridget Evans, the Cardiff Queen. "You dirty, randy, little bastard", she said sweetly.

Because I hadn’t seen action of any kind for a few days, it was thick like - almost globules of cum - if you can picture it? I dropped Shirl’s knickers on the bed and awkwardly answered the phone with my clean but clumsy right hand. "Do us a favour, my love? Mam is out shopping in the High Street and I’m left all alone with my own filthy thoughts and the handle of a hair brush", she said.

"What are you up to, Pet? I told her the entire thing down to the very last detail - including the part that she played in the little game by providing her dirty and delightfully smelly knickers. "I was just about to do similar meself.

"Will do, Pet", I said noticing my badly raked shin bone for what seemed like the very first time. It were a right sticky mess and all over my belly and right up my chest. I better have a shower first". Send me a link to that video you watched?