ManWeight

SurfWeight

Betty was in beddie early one morning, but she wasn’t asleep. Oh no, Betty was getting rocked by one hot Surfer weight. They had been out all night, drinking and carrying on. All the shots of buttery nipples, Washington apples, and Jagermeister had caught up with their shenanigans and eventually led to this early morning weight training session. It wasn’t until around 8:00 am when Betty and her SurfWeight had finally caught the perfect wave. Everything was going amazing. His blond hair was sexily messy from all their rolling around, his chest and arms looked so very buff. He was such excellent weight that Betty would have been just as satisfied having his weight, but this was way better, Betty thought, as she rode his board. They switched back into missionary and she grabbed her headboard as she prepared to ride her final wave of the day…the one that would bring her right to the shore of climax beach. “Betty?” As she heard her name, she saw her father coming into her bedroom. The swell of her final wave of the day quickly disappeared and she yelled, “It’s a boyfriend!!!” Yes, this would help her poor father cope with the fact he’d just seen his only daughter getting railed by big, buff SurfWeight. Thank goodness manweights are like waves. There’s always another one right behind.