Ett knull är ett knull

I used to fuck this guy quite often. I'd get the call and head round to his for some long, hard, stress-relieving sex. I didn't even know his name until after our third or fourth meeting. But to be honest, it's not like names really mattered. All we ever did was get naked and fuck. He always delivered such a lovely big cumshot, which I loved to receive all over my face of course. It always felt like a fitting end and a lovely tribute, so I always wore his load with pride!