My alcoholic ex came round with her obese sister who has enormous t***. We all got wrecked together before my ex passed out on the sofa. I started get hard looking at her sister’s cleavage through my beer goggles. Honestly, if I were sober I would rather w*** myself off with sandpaper than ram it in her fat f****** axe wound. But with beer my judgement was altered. So with my big c*** straining at the seams of my trousers I got up and walked to the sofa with the ex asleep and her sister right next to her. I just stood their with my c*** inches from the fat f****** c***’s big rubbery face as if I was waiting for her to s*** it. We both looked at the sleeping beauty then paused. She thought about it as I began wanking myself through my jeans. She gave it a long squeeze and said, ‘no’. I couldn’t believe her. I’m no Adonis but I’m the best offer she’ll have had in a long time. Ah well, I went to the toilet and, without closing the door, wanked off into the toilet. She could see me from the back clearly wanking. I returned and, as if nothing had happened, asked her if she wanted another drink.
