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Well finally things are starting to look up on the fuck and breed front in Sydney with last weekend being a watershed moment for me after a very bleak and lean period by my normal standards. Pre-COVID the world was great but things ground to a halt very quickly. As restrictions ease, the reticence to fuck again seems to be vanishing. For months I have the normal regular session on Friday with my Indian FB and spasmodic breeding here and there plus a young guy I suck off whenever he comes around while he watches straight porn, but last weekend was like the floodgates opened. I met my Indian FB for a session on Friday evening and after getting bred twice, left there horny as hell as usual. In normal times I would head straight to the backroom for more cock and seed. Sadly they are no more, just vanished one by one during this crisis. I hooked on to the BBRTS app and within 10 minutes was offered some raw cock a 15 minute drive away. I was straight there and this plumpish middle aged guy gave me a good doggy style going over.

 

I headed for home and texted a semi regular top who just loves fucking when I am pre lubed with cum, told him I had three loads in me and he said he would be at my apartment in half an hour. I got home just in time to light the candles and get the towels ready and he was there. We never talk much except for his dirty talk calling me a slut and a whore and a cumpig while he hammers away. He bolted in me, I cleaned his cock and balls and he left. A different Friday night for a change.

 

Between Friday night and Sunday night I managed to get bred 15 times, which was just heaven. It is the first time in a long time I went to bed with my cunt cock sore and puffy, and it was just a wonderful feeling. I hope we don’t get a second wave as I have a feeling the world here is starting to spin in the right direction again. Even at work on Monday my hole was sore sitting at my desk, just the way I like it. For me a gaping, sore and puffy hole is my reward for a great weekend.

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