Debut romance with GYAT, Willow Ryder. Household fantasy with Scott Stark ensued.

Oh man, where do I even begin with this delightful memory? Let me take you back, way back, to that horny summer evening when I first laid eyes on that heavenly mix of ebony and lightskin perfection – Willow Ryder. She was everything I’d ever dreamed of in a girlfriend, and more.

Now, I’ve heard some folks talk about how they prefer neat and tidy, petite little things, but not me, nah. Give me a thick and curvy, full-figured babe any day. And Willow, she was the epitome of that. Her bubble butt, that joyous, jiggling testament to nature’s bounty, was enough to make any red-blooded man drool. Her body was a work of art, every inch of her skin glistening in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.

I could barely contain myself as she approached me, her hips swaying ever so slightly with every step. She had that confident swagger, that commander-in-chief aura about her that told you she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. I could barely believe my luck.

We shared some small talk, getting to know each other, but all I could think about was one thing: her butt. I spent hours fantasizing about it, imagining what it would be like to finally bury myself in it. And now, here she was, right in front of me, offering herself to me.

I’ll spare you the gory details of our first kiss, but let me tell you, it was nothing short of magical. Her lips were soft and supple, her taste a heady mix of mint and something else, something… dangerous. But it was when we moved on to other things, when she turned around and offered me her lovely, round behind, that I truly lost myself.

I could barely contain my excitement as I leaned in, my hands shaking as they hovered above her firm, luscious cheeks. I ran my fingers along the smooth, curved lines of her derriere, my throat catching in my throat as I felt the heat of her body against mine. Then, I dove in.

I’ll never forget the feeling of her fiery, wet mouth on my manhood, her skilled fingers working in tandem as she gave me the most sloppy blowjob I’d ever received. Her moans of pleasure mingled with my own, our bodies a perfect symphony of unbridled passion. I could feel myself reaching that sweet, sweet climax, my entire world narrowing down to just that one moment, that one sensation.

But it wasn’t just about me. No, this wasn’t some selfish, one-sided escapade. Willow, she wanted it just as much as I did. And so, as I filled her up, as I gave her the creamy gift that only I could provide, she gratefully accepted, her eyes shining with pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

That, my friends, was my first time with Willow Ryder. It was a moment that I will cherish forever, a moment that I will carry with me like a precious, prized keepsake. And if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. I think I need to… take care of some… business.