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I sat down in front of my computer and surfed around online
for a while. As always happens when I surf the Internet, I invariably
ended up visiting a.porn site. I browsed the thumbnails, moving my
cursor over each one for previews, trying to find that one video that
would get me off and take away all of this melancholy. I skipped over
"Hot midget takes it from mature tranny;" completely ignored "Hairy
stud blows stallion:' forgot about "Hot tranny takes it from mature
midget:' and had absolutely no interest in "Gay amputee twinks share
hot bareback stumpfuck." At the very bottom of the page was a very or-
dinary link: "Skinny babe with huge tits plays with her pussy." I decided
that this would be just as good as any. A solo performance was just what
I needed-at this point, the last thing I wanted to see was a big dick
pounding into anything.

The lady sat on a bed, luxuriating and stripping offher already-
revealing clothing. Off came the mesh tank top, rising over her head and
revealing her delicate, graceful neck and her sizable breasts. They were
strange on her, as she was a very petite woman-but that only served to
enhance to allure. I didn't care if they were fake; they looked fantastic.
Then she turned her back to the camera and bent over, revealing her
tight ass from beneath her short skirt. It was a lovely backside. She
dropped her skirt, and then worked her panties down to her ankles,
kicking them off with a lively jaunt. She undid her bra last, allowing her
wonderful breasts to cascade from her now-bare chest. Again, they were
definitely fake, but on her they looked fantastic.

She began to finger herself-first one finger, then two, never
attempting to broaden herself with a third finger. She sat back in the
bed and moaned. Unable to control my urges any longer, I whipped
myself out of my pants and began to stroke vigorously. I felt my member
pounding in my grasp, every vein pumping enough blood to make me
lightheaded. She pushed; I pulled. She moaned, and I moaned with
her. Every gasp, every move, every pleasured exhalation was mirrored
between us, and when she reached climax, she erupted in torrents of
clear fluid from between her legs. Hastily grabbing a handful of tissues
and lowering them to the tip of my manhood, I came as well. Pleased, I
felt simply content to lean back in my chair and admire my penis. The
head red and smooth, the shaft decently thick and pleasantly populated
with veins, the tip glistening with the final drops of ejaculate.

It was beautiful.

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