Let it snow, Let it snow.

C.O. has been on my mind ever since I explored that smooth chocolate body and rock hard cock.  Patience is a virtue, but I am not exactly a pinnacle of virtue. So last time we hooked up (misadventures and Mike and Ikes.)  we discussed enjoying the next snow-in together.  And we made it happen.  I invited him into my world, temporarily...

Booboo is on point.  He comes prepared.  Quarter of some yummy exotic buddz.  Fifth of the Hennesey.  Double Coronas. And Seven sevenths of chocolate dutchie rillos for twisting.  Hey, thats a lucky number.  (And of course, a whole big cock paired with two gold wrapper-magnums, which fit the him like they were eloquently tailored to do so by Ralph Lauren himself.)  Match to what I had cooking up for the evening I was expected to be spending on me...well its all good.

I got the kids settled and its time for chillaxin time.  His purpose...he just want me to relax.  Easier said then done in my world, but I'm diggin it...and then some.  Im trying so hard not to be rude...but I am in fact an icy hearted bitter bitch at this point.

Fact of the matter is, this is a fine specimen He's just perfectly laid back, with a gorgeous smile, well adjusted attitude, and a ridiculous amount of exuded sexiness.  Grown man status too, manages his own.  I like the possibilities.

Some how he reminds me of the good old back in the days.  Cruisin around with a fly azz nigga, sexy with his half shut eyelids.  Surrounded by sweet sess smoke and clouded vision on a sunny day.