Maggie the Gullible
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Maggie Green was born in Ann Harbor, Michigan, on August 4th, 1977. Not much is known about her youth other than that Maggie worked at the mall.
Titties and Trivia
Around her mid-twenties, Maggie got a job hosting a sports trivia show called Sports by Brooks. She did not earn the job via her expansive library of sports trivia knowledge. She got it because of her giant fucking tits. The things are all natural and the size of genetically modified watermelons. If one fell on your head, your spine would shatter from the cervical vertebrae down.
While Maggie hosted Sports by Brooks, she gathered many fans on social media. Once again, this was not because of her social skills but because her tits are so fun to stare at. She doesn't have to say or do anything else besides stand there.
After the show ended, Maggie needed to find a way to morph her experience and growing fan base together to turn them into dollar signs. I think we all know the best way to do that: Get into the porn industry.
A Slow Decent into Slutdom
However, Maggie wasn't keen on jumping into triple sex with complete strangers. Despite her willingness to wear a tight t-shirt on stage and ask trivia questions, Maggie was too conservative for porn. Regardless though, the bitch needed some money, so instead of doing hardcore porn, she did topless shoots.
This went on for a long time before Maggie gave in to the temptation to shove a cock down her esophagus while a 4K Cannon camera picked up all the action.
Maggie's first explicit sex act on camera came in August of 2010. It wasn't anything crazy or taboo. It was a simple blow job scene for the film "Maximum Maggie." The title is a bit misleading because Maggie was far from reaching her maximum just yet.
It was another two years before Maggie graduated to having vaginal sex on camera for money. The first stunt cock to ever penetrate Maggie was connected to Sergio. What a lucky little fucker he is. The scene is on the Score Land site if you want to check it out. You can see some of the nervousness in Maggie's eyes, and it makes me stiff as an iron I-beam.
Yet again, Maggie avoided jumping headfirst into porn. For many moons, she would only film content with her boyfriend, but she eventually relented and started working with other stunt cocks. At some point, a bitch must embrace her line of work and sink her teeth into the craft.
Maggie stays in shape by being a certified Zumba instructor. I'll watch her do Zhumba any day of the week. What gym do you frequent, Maggie? I think I'll join. I don't plan on working out, though.
With that said, let's follow Maggie's voluptuous breasts over to her Twitter page, where we can see a bit more of this sexy bitch. She describes herself first as an Irish girl. She does have red hair, but it's dark. It's not that bright orange ginger associated with witchcraft and the devil.
Maggie is also a wine enthusiast. I mean, come the fuck on. She's a white bitch in her mid-forties. We already know you love wine. Let me know if you start drinking scotch, and I'll be more surprised. Speaking of things that go without saying, Maggie also calls herself a mom you'd like to fuck. Are we just stating the obvious today?
Maggie joined Twitter in March of 2009 and has since garnered around two hundred thousand followers. It's incredible how many motherfuckers a great rack can attract. Men are like bees to honey or a shark to blood when they see Maggie's lady lumps in the distance.
The tweet currently pinned to the top of Maggie's page welcomes December with a cute elf outfit that barely contains her ample breast meat. I can hear the fabric crying out for mercy, "Why has God forsaken us in our time of need!" The caption really drives the post home: "December is finally here. Come stuff my stocking."
Maggie's primary Only Fans is free, so you have no excuse not to join. Once you're a member, you gain access to her live streams, and you don't want to miss those. I could watch Maggie play with her tits until the universe is nothing but Hawking radiation and jizz.
Wine isn't the only thing Maggie likes to drink. She's not beyond sipping a fancy cocktail with an orchid as a garnish in the middle of the afternoon. Something tells me it happens fairly often.
Basic Bitch?
The more I read Maggie's Twitter, the more I get the feeling she's a basic bitch. She loves wine, tweets about being day drunk, and in the past, has had that haircut. You know what I mean. Fortunately, she grew it out recently.
And what do you know, I found a makeup tutorial post. This couldn't have proven my point more readily. Maggie is a basic bitch with big tits and a talent for sucking cock.
Along with watching live shows, you can also chat with Maggie on her Only Fans. She loves talking dirty to fans and hearing you cum. She lives on your vinegar strokes, so don't hog them all to yourself. Spread the love, and let Maggie whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you do so.
Definitely a Basic Bitch
Alright. It's now fucking official. Maggie is not only a basic bitch. She's a general in the basic bitch army. I'll quote this short post directly. It's perhaps the most basic sentence I've ever read, "Where's the mimosa emoji?"
It doesn't exist, Maggie. That's not a thing. I'm sorry to disappoint, but there isn't a brunch emoji, either. You'll have to post a picture with a bottle of champagne and your eggs benedict if you want the world to know how your early afternoon is going.
Every time I think that I've reached the end of the basic bitch tunnel, Maggie keeps dragging me back in. If you guys are familiar with basic bitches, then you know their favorite food is pickles.
But they can't be any pickle. A true basic bitch knows which are the best. Maggie certainly has her preferences: "Pickles are so delicious, but if you try to give me one of those bread and butter bullshits, I won't be happy.
Micro-peens Welcome
Oh, boy, do I have some excellent news for my readers. Maggie loves humiliating men with small penises. My readers are one of the most humbly dicked demographics in the world, and when you have a tiny dick, you can do one of two things: Hate yourself or embrace your Tic-Tac.
In a way, Maggie allows you to do both. By taking part in small penis humiliation, you're owning it by making your shortcomings a fetish. However, simultaneously you can find new reasons to hate yourself based on the horrific shit Maggie has to say about you. I call that the best of both worlds.
When Maggie gets together with other thick-tittied white bitches, magic ensues. There must be one hundred pounds of boob meat between Maggie Green and Karen Fisher. You have to wear a safety helmet to have a threesome with them. I'd hate to see you sent to the blue tent like you just took a nasty hit in football.
Coffee and Cocktails
I see many "I need coffee" posts on Maggie's wall. I'm surprised they don't come as a caption to a picture of Starbucks. However, I don't need to see the Starbucks symbol to know that's what this bitch drinks every day.
Every coffee post is balanced with a cocktail post. For example, there is a picture of Maggie sipping a strawberry daiquiri from a large novelty glass with two straws. The caption is, "Slurp slurp. RT if you'd share this with me." I'd sip that shit with you all day, pending that straw isn't the only thing you're planning on sucking. I don't mind dipping my cock in the drink first if that helps.
If you love large-chested biddies, check out Maggie's My Sexy Auctions page. She sells her worn clothing, and every item purchased comes with a handwritten note from the slut herself. If you ask nicely, she might leave the double-sided sticky tape on for you.
Maggie has one of the most impressive natural racks in all of porn. If you have a big tittied milf fetish, make this bitch part of your regular rotation. She deserves your attention.
My only complaint about Maggie's Twitter is that it doesn't contain many clips of her riding dick. Sometimes I need to see what those tits get up to while she's working a stunt cock over.
Maggie puts in a lot of work in carrying those boulders around, so don't let her do it in vain.
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Taboo"I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand. Oh, Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face. You made a first-class fool out of me. Maggie, I wish Id never seen your face." I went home really feeling bad. I tossed and turned all night. After school I still went to see Maggie at the cottage. I had to hear it from her lips. She was there when I got...
The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude. "Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door. "Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!" "Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a...
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Thirty minutes working in the garden, weeding and picking beans, and both Maggie and Molly were soaked. Today they were glad they were wearing their daddy’s favorite “work clothes”; baggy cutoff jeans and ratty old wife-beater tank-tops. Being dirt poor, undergarments were a luxury reserved for school. The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores....
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"That was my bad luck," Maggie purred, with a Cheshire grin splitting her lipstick smeared red lips. She ran one hand lightly across my belly and then slithered down into my crotch, kissing me in the center of my chest. Oh! I've gotten ahead of myself again. Do you care? I mean this is one of the good parts. At least I think so. So unless there's unanimous agreement otherwise, we'll dispense with our glib conversation at the door and while having a cocktail and even with the part where...
Maggie's fingers probed down inside my panties under the shifting light of the shadows of the palm trees that danced across the open shades of her bedroom window. I sat awkwardly back on my elbows, watching her hand, which disappeared up to her wrist underneath the waistband of my school uniform skirt, the white tails of my cotton blouse parted on either side. Little breaths escaped like butterflies from my throat, uncontrolled as if my lungs were directly connected to my quivering vagina."Are...
THE APACHE WARS IN THE SOUTHWEST 1870 – 1892 The post-1870 period through the end of the 400 year period in 1892 can be generally termed as "The Apache Wars in the Southwest" period. It can be argued that the Apache wars stretched all the way from the 1840s to the 1920s but the main conflict is in the shorter timeframe. The origins of the Apache Wars are rooted in the dispute between the United States and the Mexican government about the status of Texas and other territories claimed by...
I have just met a new man, Josh, four years younger than me. Lots of flirtatious banter and questions on our first dinner date. “I prefer a well hung man. I love being licked and teased,” I confide. “Do you consider an eight-inch man well hung? What part of your body do you like being licked?,” he teases back. “You look magic in those heels and tight green leather slacks,” he tells me on our second date. “They would look even better around your ankles.” “Do it for me then,” I whisper as I...
Margret had never seen rain like this. She had lived her whole like within a twenty-mile radius. She was a rancher, there were still a few left in Northern California. She had been caring for horses since she could walk and had been raising cattle since she had married Ben the month she graduated from High School. She stood on her porch watching the water fall from the sky and roll down the slope in front of their small house. She still called it their house. He had passed almost two years ago...
I have just met a new man, Josh, four years younger than me. Lots of flirtatious banter and questions on our first dinner date. “I prefer a well hung man. I love being licked and teased,” I confide. “Do you consider an eight-inch man well hung? What part of your body do you like being licked?,” he teases back. “You look magic in those heels and tight, green leather slacks,” he tells me on our second date. “They would look even better around your ankles.” “Do it for me then,” I whisper as...
I'd been lying awake for a couple of hours, watching the light of dawn slowly creep in around the blinds that covered her bedroom windows. Recently I had been pondering my life and the direction — or misdirection — it seemed to be taking. As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the slats, I turned my head to stare at my companion, who was still lost deep in her night's sleep. The sunlight really wasn't very complimentary to Maggie. She was 41 years old, more than twice my 20 years. She...
The next couple of months were great. Sam stayed at her cousin's and we saw each other almost daily. She went to my exercise class with me. She sure got the looks from everyone but I made it known she was with me. She just laughed. We went everywhere together. The zoo, movies, amusement parks. A lot of times Marge and Jim went with us. It was amazing how much Sam and I still had in common. Especially the music. We were both still crazy about the old rock and roll tunes that our parents grew...