Things changed one day after I turned 10. Porn I reached above my head and drew in the first four inches of the dong. My eyes were already watering as its tremendous girth was stretching my jaw to the limit and probing my epiglottis. I sauntered over to my bureau and opened the top drawer to find some lotion. The event was so built up in my mind that it simply couldn’t happen until I found a worthy partner. Throwing my head back, I slapped the foot-long phallus across my nipples and let out a pleasured sigh. It was my idol, my muse. There were a handful of texts, mostly superficial and easily ignored. Still, I saved three of the messages, intending to meet with them next time I was in
