Help Me Shave Nanas Cure For Blue Balls

Alright fellas, listen up! I’m about to regale you with a saucy tale inspired by the naughty video “Help Me Shave Nanas, Cure for Blue Balls”. Grab your tissues, because this story is going to be one wild, American ride!

In a sleepy little town called Heatstroke Springs, there lived a frustrated young buck named Cody. Cody was drowning in a sea of blue balls, day in and day out. His aching sack was the talk of the town, but no one seemed to care or offer any solutions. Poor Cody was at his wit’s end.

That is, until the day he stumbled upon the mysterious, all-knowing sage known as the “Granny Curator”. This cougar was no ordinary woman; she was a font of wisdom, wrapped in a sexy, curvy package that would put women half her age to shame. Her big, perky tits and salivary-inducing assets were the stuff of legends.

“Granny, you’ve gotta help me,” Cody pleaded, his voice wavering with desperation. “I’m sick of theseblue balls. I’ll do anything!”

The cunning cougar smirked, a glint in her eye. “Well, Cody, I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a secret cure, but it’s not for the faint of heart. Are you man enough to handle it?”

Cody’s cock twitched at the challenge. “Granny, I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what to do!”

With a sensual motion, the Granny Curator slowly unzipped her jeans, revealing a pair of hairy, unkempt shrubberies that Willie Nelson would envy. “There’s nothing like a smooth pussy to cure blue balls, Cody. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you.”

Cody’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You want me to shave…naanas?”

The Granny Curator nodded, her ample rack heaving with anticipation. “That’s right, baby. And if you do a good job, I’ll let you bury that big, hard American cock of yours in my freshly shaven fuck hole.”

Cody’s pulse quickened as he grabbed the razor, determined to shave the Granny Curator’s junk like his life depended on it. He meticulously trimmed, lathered, and shaved, his hands shaking with excitement.

As Cody worked, the Granny Curator’s pussy grew pinker and more inviting, like a ripe peach waiting to be devoured. Cody couldn’t resist stealing a few licks and sucks, eager to taste his sweet reward.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Granny Curator’s pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Cody stepped back to admire his handiwork, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

The Granny Curator winked and spread her legs, inviting Cody to claim his prize. “Well, don’t keep me waiting, stud. Shove that big dick in my freshly shaved cunt and cure those blue balls once and for all!”

Cody didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in the Granny Curator’s velvety snatch. She let out a guttural moan, her pussy clenching around his shaft like a vice.

Cody pistoned in and out, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks like bass drums. The Granny Curator squealed with pleasure, her huge tits bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck me harder, Cody!” she cried, her voice dripping with dirty lust. “unnngh, your cock feels so good in my shaved pussy!”

Cody obliged, pounding into the Granny Curator’s cunt with wild abandon. He sucked on her oversized nipples, relishing the way they strained against his lips. The Granny Curator pulled his head in, smothering him in her massive mammaries.

As Cody fucked the Granny Curator harder and faster, he felt his climax approaching. His balls tightened, ready to explode like a Roman candle. The Granny Curator could sense his impending eruption, too.

“Cum in me, Cody,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Pump me full of your hot, American semen! I want to feel it gushing into my shaved cunt!”

With a primal grunt, Cody slammed into the Granny Curator one last time, his cock erupting like a geyser. He filled her with spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk, her pussy milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

As they collapsed together, exhausted and satisfied, the Granny Curator pulled Cody close and whispered in his ear. “See, Cody? A smooth pussy is the ultimate cure for blue balls.”

Cody smiled, his eyes heavy with post-coital bliss. “Thank you, Granny Curator. I’ll never forget this lesson.”

And so, Cody’s dreary existence of blue balls was finally cured. Thanks to the Granny Curator, he learned the true meaning of american values: hard work, determination, and a smooth, fuckable hole. And with a pussy shaving kit always at the ready, he was ready to take on whatever challenges the future held, balls-deep in naughty, cougar cunt.