The year was 1492. The year Columbus discovered America, I discovered his Mum’s sweet pussy.

Just as he landed his ship at port upon Americas’ shores, I landed my ship in his mum’s port. His mum’s cheeks clapped thunderously, much like the waves he sailed through near Hispaniola. Just as he sought wealth, I sought a wealth of squirt from his mum’s clunge. The hills he saw, large and bountiful, I too saw massive hills, rubbing against the sides of my erect penis in a glorious boobjob.

The difference between me and him is, he raised his own flag, whereas I had somebody else raise mine, his mum, if you hadn’t guessed 😉 ————— that fox ensured my flag indeed stood tall. I doubt the spears the natives offered him had the ferocity in penetration as mine did that night. Columbus searched for pearls; under her massive hood I also searched for a pearl, her clitoris. None of the fruits he tasted on his travels were as sweet and glistening as his mom’s puss puss.

Ferdinand and Isabella, the king and queen of Spain, said he could have governership of any lands he discovered. I remember clearly, his mom demanded I be heavily dominant to satisfy her raging kinks. And I can tell you for certain that the governership Columbus had over his settlements were nowhere near as popular as the one I had over his mom’s supple, curvaceous body.