Fifty Shades Of Vanilla: Ginger Bangs Hot Shorts No.1

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Meet Vanilla Jones, a loving wife who is about to experience her very first threesome. Fourteen years of marriage meant Vanilla and her husband Logan had sex boiled down to a grim routine. It was fun, sure, but Vanilla yearned for something a little bit more spontaneous. Turned out, Logan felt the same way. That night a blindfold and an old friend were going to open Vanilla's eyes.



EXCERPT:

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “I can’t believe that I am finally doing this.”



Up until today I had always thought that my husband Logan had possessed one of the biggest cocks that I had ever seen.



That was until the day that I saw the stranger’s huge hard cock.



Let me put it this way. If I were locked out of my house and I needed a crow bar to pry open the front door I would have happily reached for this stranger’s hard thick cock. I am talking about a fucking human hip-powered battering ram. Just one look at it caused my pussy drip and ache to be filled by that sweet rock hard cock. The shaft was hard and the veins of his cock were pulsing like knotted thick cobras and the mushroom head of his cock was colored in a deep tantalizing purple and I knew that that man had to be harboring a hot gallon bucket full of pent-up cum simmering deep within his ripe musky balls.



“I just don’t know what to do first,” I said. “I want to suck that cock of yours and I want to feel you fuck me with it and I want to give you a fucking hand-job at the very same damn time.”



All right, so I wasn’t all that big on the laws of physics. I was horny and I was turned on and I wanted to enjoy that big wonderful cock in every single way that was humanly possible. It was like being a guest at the world’s biggest all-you-can-fuck buffet and not knowing at which end of the buffet table to begin at first.



“One thing at a time, lady” the stranger said to me. “I have got an awful lot of cum to go around.”



Right now I wanted that big fucking nine and a half inch cannon-cock crammed inside of every single hole in my body. In fact, I wanted to call up a mad scientist to clone this stranger so that I could have a three way with him all by myself, six different ways until Sunday.



You do the math.



Come to think of it, the mad scientist could even join in on the fucking festival if he had felt like it. He could even bring along his hunchbacked assistant Igor along with him for the ride. As horny as I was right now I wouldn’t mind getting down on my knees and playing Choo-Choo pulls the human train for the whole fucking entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir.



Am I offending you? I’m sorry, but I never have been a dainty sort of woman. I like sex an awful lot.



“Come on over here,” I said to the stranger. “I want you to be my one man human gangbang.”



So that stranger came on over to fuck me for the second time today - and the whole time that he was coming on over to me – and maybe even over me, my husband Logan sat there in our living room watching me fucking the hell out of this man.



Let me tell you how the whole thing all got started...