Guilt consumed her for pre-judging. Growing up, stereotypes perpetuating ‘lack of rhythm’ and being ‘undersized’ always filled her ears.

On this occasion, she decided to give this one a chance. Boy was she glad she did.

His gyrations completely matched hers and sometimes he set a new rhythm for her to follow. Both lower orifices were properly stretched and bottomed out by his dimensions, sapping the colour from her eyes up above.

Rubbing her clit to orgasm as her asshole filled with spunk, she was stuck on repeat saying:

“I will never pre-judge again. I will never pre-judge again…”