I will always blame my ex-boyfriend for turning me into a size queen.

I had never seen a cock like his before.

It was a good nine inches long and insanely thick. At first, I was intimidated,

but eventually I came to love it. It was an obsession. It felt incredible in a way that no other

cock ever had before.

So when we broke up, other men paled in comparison.

There wasn't anything wrong with an average-sized cock,

but I never felt totally satisfied from them.

I needed the massive dicks, the long cocks with shafts as

thick as my wrist. My ex and his big cock had ruined me forever, I feared. But then there was

Jesse.

Jesse was the first one to fulfill my needs.

We met online, and his field profile caught my eye,

because it said size queen friendly.

Instantly, I was intrigued. I wondered how big he actually was. So, a size queen, eh?

He asked on our first date at a bar on his side of town. He had a playful sparkle in his eye. Let's just say, I don't think you'll be

disappointed. My pussy tightened at the thought. I hadn't had sex in over a month, which was a long

time for me. I had a crazy libido, and all I wanted to do was jump Jesse's bones right then and

there. That night, it was late by the time we finally got to his bed. We had spent the evening

kissing and talking on his couch.

Occasionally, I would catch glimpses of the outline of his cock, and it excited me so much.

I know that he caught me looking, but he seemed to like it.

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