Got me a new arrival from the SM shop yesterday. A big bag of pleasure you might say. it is full of the Rwanda Gkongoro Nyarusiza, A coffee so saucey that I just had to get it in the D-cup size bag. I plan to share her with my friends and even with some kinkier family members, but I have my doubts if I got enough of it to spread around(perhaps I should have gotten the EEE five pound sack, that one comes in its own canvas sack, which open up the door for yet another original photoshoot idea.
This stuff is soo good, I sometimes thing I should of went for the full 50 pound sack. Something I can spoon with.
It reminds me of the Tanzanian, perhaps a little lighter in its touch. It was definitely the stand out oth the little harem of bitches that I choose with it. Like some sort of hopped up Bret Micheals, I entertained the promises of all three of them, seeing which one gave me the most pleasure. The columbian proved to plain, and while the one from java could spice things up when paired with her BFF from Ethiopia, She failed to tantalize me on her own. In the end, it was the Rwandian that I kept coming back for to taste again and again. So I gave her the pass and let her on the bus for yet another go around.
Although, I could not just let her party with me alone. Daddy need to taste different fruits, I got me some Dark Sumatra love as well as a lighter skinned Burundi Kayanza Bwayi, who chaffs a bit too much but might prove delectable. We shall see how these two do in trials of fire and water.
It is going to be one hot week.
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