Memoire of Former Simp: Season One

MEMOIRE OF FORMER SIMP - SEASON ONE

Our protagonist travels the world having sexual adventures and discovering more about his real self. He makes good money, keeps himself in shape and treats women well. He takes advantage of his high value status and uses his passport as a gateway to new opportunities.

Travel with him in the inspirational Season One as he sets off until the wild world of the Passport Bro

If you want to dip your toe into the adventure try one of the standalone chapters and remember to give it 5 stars if you enjoy it.

Thanks

Knight

Excerpt:

The flesh was warm against my hands. She seemed to be enjoying my massaging, her head back and lolling a little. I couldn't do much to f**k things up now. The only way I could mess things up was to try and stick it in her a*s. I needed to ride the vibe. She had taken off her bra now, opened her legs wider, panties seemed moist I could smell her now. Her clitoris was large and aroused through the material.

There was no room in my trousers anymore so I took my d**k out. It was hard as Scottish granite and pointing up to the sky.

"You couldn't wait until we got upstairs?"

"You have an upstairs? I didn't know we were going upstairs. Shit was getting painful, couldn't keep him locked up any longer."

Like in the caf? she rested her chin on her fist and stared at my d**k. She seemed to be thinking about what she could do with it. I started stroking it for her as she watched.

"Stroke it," I said. She reached out a touched it like it was a cobra read to strike. Then she held it between delicate fingers. It was already throbbing and twitching.

"Take it in your whole hand a stroke it," I said. "Or put in your mouth, that's even better."

She ignored the last bit and took my whole d**k in her small hands and started to w**k me slowly. I told her to spit on it as she stroked, she was getting into it now. I watched her b***ts move with the motion of her strokes. Was she going make me cum in the f***ing living room before we'd f***ed? I was feeling panic set in.

"For f**ks sake Grace, take off your panties," I moaned. I couldn't take much more of this, I wanted to load her pussy up with a flood. F**k it, I was goanna cum.

Then she took the tip of my c**k and in her mouth, just like that, whilst simultaneously reaching down her hips to take off her panties. But then she let go of my d**k as the panties got caught around her ankles. Before I could complain my d**k was back in mouth. But now I couldn't see her a*s, her legs or pussy so I asked her to lean back and continue the hand job so I could see her beautiful body and its fine proportions.

"Spread your legs more," I demanded.

She did as commanded and I could see her face, nipples, legs and groomed bush. Then I let go.
It surprised her as jet stream dashed from c**k right onto her face and into her hair as I felt that euphoric lack of caring. She just watched, startled as I let stream after stream shoot at her. She was still holding my c**k as the excess spilled over her fist.

"That was meant to be inside you," I said.

"Yeah," she said still in a trance.