A size queen gets what her size fetish demands.
A size fetish pretty much sets my expectations for every cock I will ever play with again. I don’t like small cocks, I never did! Even when I was younger and would play with myself just because of how nice it felt, I always craved more.. My first boyfriend was black, and though it wasn’t on purpose, I got to reap the rewards. He was so fucking big I thought he’d split me wide open on our first time, but that’s what I loved about it. He was a solid, thick nine inches.. and I could never really go any lower than that! Hell, I’d say I’d consider eight, but he’d have to be pretty fucking thick to convince me.
And yes, it’s all about the girth.
The thickness of a cock is what the size fetish is all about. You could be eleven inches, but no one wants a pencil dick! I’ll take a little less than eight as long as it’s thick enough to stretch me. All my fuckbuddies since my first time have been black. The second, third, and fourth boys were all big black guys. There’s no way I’m backtracking on my record now! I had a white fuckbuddy who met my demands, and had a nice cock even if it was an inch shorter than my minimum.. but he didn’t last long. What can I say? I take my standards seriously. Hell, I’ve even let some of those guys fuck me without a condom, simply because it all felt amazing. I love the way they fill me up and fuck me – and how badly I crave to have it all back when it slides out.
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