Rachael, the woman who rode my BD like the winning horse at the Kentucky Derby last Saturday at my sex club texted me yesterday. I can't screenshot because of the photos she included but I copy/pasta the text:

"Sorkel this is Rachael, who rode you at [sex club name]. Every time I go to bed the first thing that happens I feel of your monster cock like it's inside me right there. stretching me, filling me, the heat, the size. I can feel your shaft sliding in and out while I move up and down, your hot breath on my face, then I orgasm right here in bed feeling you swell then throb your cum into me. Then I feel all empty but still throbbing after I climb off, you no longer in me.

I hope you remember me too. I want to see you again at the [club's name] Saturday, I really want you to take me from on top this time and drive that huge cock into me and own me".

She should write porn.

OK. VOTING TIME, pick one:

A. Go to the club, hook up, and plow her like she's a corn field and I'm an Iowa farmer, or

B. Skip the club, call my gay FWB Gary, play a couple games of pool, then go to his house and demolish his ass, and let Rachael marinate in her lust, or

C. Thank her for her compliments, tell her it was a one-time thing, and go to the club, and go to poundtown on the orgy bed.

Your vote decides my future! I'll decide tomorrow, Saturday, at noon.