Yup “Derrière”. That’s what I have officially declared to be the last name of Fenix.
Derrière...... Fenix Derrière. (Eat your heart out James Bond!)
As you well know by now, I am rather fond of Mrs. F’s backside. Well.... maybe that’s a bit of an understatement.
Let’s just say that if I was any more obsessed with Fenix’s ass, Harvey would have to have a restraining order filed with the authorities, (Ha! Like that would ever keep me away!) lol.
You may be thinking “Geez ‘Plow, your really rambling on about rumpers today”. To that I’d say “not rumperS my friend.... but rather the one, true rumper .... to rule them all!”
What has brought on this rabid, feral obsession with a certain set of Gluteus Maximai at Sweet VIP’s?
It all started with my last session with the “F-Bomb”.
Fenix greeted me at the door wearing a pair of Tight Camo Yoga Sweat Pants that accentuated her ass ‘just so’. Upon seeing this I was immediately felt lightheaded as much of my bodies blood rapidly descended toward my naughty bits.
“I want your ass to give my dick a blowjob” I heard myself nonsensically blurt aloud.
“Uh, .... I’ve never had it worded that way before , but ok I guess..... I just need to ‘get going’ a bit first” she replied, hinting at foreplay.
Foreplay certainly would have been in the cards if it wasn’t for those damn Camo pants proudly displaying the two glorious half globes of Fenix’s posterior.
I made my case for the imminent need for anal penetration. I reiterated my overwhelming desire to be ‘milked’ by her rectal cavity ASAP.
As always: Fenix Derrière to the rescue!
Before I knew it she was flat on her stomach, legs together as I pulled down the Camo pants and massaged her soft, supple ass cheeks.
I soon found myself astride her, ballin’ her bung hole. I could feel the vice grip of her anal entryway struggle to adjust to the girth at the base of my dick.
Slowly, she began to grind her hips as she trepidatiously traversed the razors edge between pleasure and pain. I could feel her Hershey Highway’s tender ministrations massage the shaft of my “Jalapeño Pepper of Love*”.
It was glorious.
Shit....now I’m all “hot & bothered”.
I’m gonna go ‘wax the dolphin’ now.
You, on the other hand, need to:
1-call Sweet VIP and book Fenix ASAP
2-request she wear the Camo pants
3-put on the ‘White Pants’** before you leave to see her
This review brought to you by:
the SNOWPLOW ..... Providing Pooning Proverbs to Perberts since 2006
*”Jalapeno Pepper of Love”=Inside Joke Between Harvey & Me
**”White Pants”=Deadpool 2 Reference
Derrière...... Fenix Derrière. (Eat your heart out James Bond!)
As you well know by now, I am rather fond of Mrs. F’s backside. Well.... maybe that’s a bit of an understatement.
Let’s just say that if I was any more obsessed with Fenix’s ass, Harvey would have to have a restraining order filed with the authorities, (Ha! Like that would ever keep me away!) lol.
You may be thinking “Geez ‘Plow, your really rambling on about rumpers today”. To that I’d say “not rumperS my friend.... but rather the one, true rumper .... to rule them all!”
What has brought on this rabid, feral obsession with a certain set of Gluteus Maximai at Sweet VIP’s?
It all started with my last session with the “F-Bomb”.
Fenix greeted me at the door wearing a pair of Tight Camo Yoga Sweat Pants that accentuated her ass ‘just so’. Upon seeing this I was immediately felt lightheaded as much of my bodies blood rapidly descended toward my naughty bits.
“I want your ass to give my dick a blowjob” I heard myself nonsensically blurt aloud.
“Uh, .... I’ve never had it worded that way before , but ok I guess..... I just need to ‘get going’ a bit first” she replied, hinting at foreplay.
Foreplay certainly would have been in the cards if it wasn’t for those damn Camo pants proudly displaying the two glorious half globes of Fenix’s posterior.
I made my case for the imminent need for anal penetration. I reiterated my overwhelming desire to be ‘milked’ by her rectal cavity ASAP.
As always: Fenix Derrière to the rescue!
Before I knew it she was flat on her stomach, legs together as I pulled down the Camo pants and massaged her soft, supple ass cheeks.
I soon found myself astride her, ballin’ her bung hole. I could feel the vice grip of her anal entryway struggle to adjust to the girth at the base of my dick.
Slowly, she began to grind her hips as she trepidatiously traversed the razors edge between pleasure and pain. I could feel her Hershey Highway’s tender ministrations massage the shaft of my “Jalapeño Pepper of Love*”.
It was glorious.
Shit....now I’m all “hot & bothered”.
I’m gonna go ‘wax the dolphin’ now.
You, on the other hand, need to:
1-call Sweet VIP and book Fenix ASAP
2-request she wear the Camo pants
3-put on the ‘White Pants’** before you leave to see her
This review brought to you by:
the SNOWPLOW ..... Providing Pooning Proverbs to Perberts since 2006
*”Jalapeno Pepper of Love”=Inside Joke Between Harvey & Me
**”White Pants”=Deadpool 2 Reference
