School was a breeze for me as for the most part I skipped out and had boys do my school work. When you have 36 double d tits at 12 life is easy peasy. If I wasn’t in one of my many adoring boyfriends attic’s fucking them I was out at the beach or getting men to buy me pretty things at the mall. Blonde Bimbo’s rule the world!
Algebra? Whatev’s was I supposed to do with it in real life anyway? I sucked my teachers cock while he fixed my tests to A. I loved art and still do so fucking my art teacher was for the pure pleasure since he was so fucking hot. With me bent over his desk, skirt above my waist he banged me hard and deep for hours.
So one of my special callers wrote an erotic story for me, and it made my pussy so wet I came over and over my pretty fingers reading it. See now? I even have handsome men doing my work for me now! I do admit I love writing blogs but in my excitement I make so many typo’s….Enjoy and give me a call as I have a feeling I will be horny, creamy and hot as hell all day!
Imagine me just sitting in the corner, sipping my bourbon from a tumbler, as you pleasure yourself after reading my story. Watching silently, you would begin by caressing yourself and feeling flush. As you read on, the caressing turns to rubbing and groping mixed with whimpers and gasps of pleasure as you tug at your clothes. As you conclude my lusty vignette, you have disrobed, except your panties and bra. A light sweat makes your skin glisten and your breathing causes your chest to heave seductively. I continue to silently sit and sip in the shadows as your body responds to your increased arousal. The sheer cups of your bra shimmer as your lovers milk expresses from your hard nipples. You fingertips find your signature black panty moistened with your sweet juice. As you slip a French-tipped finger in under the front panel and into your womanhood, you shudder with the erotic electricity that you unleashed. Softly and skillfully, you massage your pink rose and we both can hear your wetness in the quiet of your boudoir. Slowly, you lift two slick fingers to your soft lips to savor your warm honey. You close your eyes and moan your approval of how you taste. I sip some bourbon and smile as I observe you. Gracefully, you pull the cups of your bra down to reveal your swollen copper nipples and full, round tits. Lifting your right mound to your lips, you flick your agile tongue across the tender flesh. Lapping your milk, you coo in delight before doing the same to your left breast. You, like me, cannot resist the urge to suck. Drawing your tit deep into your mouth, you enjoy the rush of that pale, sweet liquid. Suckling each one in turn, you feast on your erotic gift and I squirm in my chair. You lavish your one fleshy globe as a steady rivulet of your lactate flows from the other, dripping onto your full, stocking-clad thigh. You shift from sitting on your feet and slip onto your back. With your free hand, you peel aside the soaked silk panty between your open thighs. Then you find the 8′ pink, ribbed toy in your nightstand. No need to turn it on as you are already close to climax. Deftly, you slip it slowly between your swollen, wet lips as your walls clench it instinctively. Steady, long strokes add to the overwhelming stimulus you have already given yourself. Each thrust brings you closer to bliss. You moan loudly and pant for breath as your tits sway in rhythm. As you begin to feel the wave of delight begin to crash across your lovely figure, you lift your powerful hips upward with your stilettos digging into your mattress, allowing the deepest penetration possible. The toy hits the spot. You convulse with rapture and you scream with ecstasy. Your back arches like the sex kitten you are and you release a stream of your lady champagne onto the silk sheets. Writhing in pleasure, you purr, satiated and sweaty. As you lay in your afterglow, your bedroom blue eyes see me finally, my bourbon finished, cock hard and leaking liquid desire, and a wicked smile on my face. “Come here, naughty boy!”, you beckon with a sultry tone. “Tonight’s just getting started!”
Blonde Bimbo Tiffany, xoxo
If you had a dime for every time you looked at your Auntie Bianca’s big jugs. My dear; you would be a rich little boy. Of course, I don’t help matters when I wear my skimpy tops with my cut off jean shorts. 
