Chantell Merino

I am the ideal object of desire that my partner underestimates. I eagerly await him in the evenings for intimacy, but he arrives inadequately prepared. His subdued performances are unremarkable, and with his limited intimacy I am left wanting. I coerced him into observing me finally being sexually pleasured as needed. I exclusively rely on well-endowed partners to bring me contentment repeatedly. Once he had surrendered his modest finances, it was only a matter of time before a group of generously equipped partners were at my disposal, eager to gratify me extensively. He watched, unable to resist, his future ex-partner receiving the most gratifying sensual experience of her life. Even my partners disclosed his insignificance thereby implying he holds little value. I indulged my lust by lavishing those dark partners with every bit of saliva my mouth could spare. My arousal facilitated the effortless entrance of these partners whose girth rivaled my boyfriend's forearm. Overcome by pleasure, on the brink of overindulgence, I insisted my cuckolded partner sample their ejaculate from my pale body. Despite being of inferior endowment and passion, his efforts earned favourable remark, considering he is a diminutive, pallid participant.