Remember that scene in Rocky Horror?
The motorcycles zooming past, one after another? In this case, they weren’t motorcycles, but buses. And your mouth was on my cock the whole time.
Read moreThe motorcycles zooming past, one after another? In this case, they weren’t motorcycles, but buses. And your mouth was on my cock the whole time.
Read moreIn the end, Nastya made me feel unimportant. Not exactly undesired, just not prioritized, somehow disrespected. And so I ended things. Or let her end them. I’m not sure which.
Read moreYou want me to fuck your mind almost as much as (even more than?) you want me to fuck your face, your cunt. Well… I’m game.
Read moreThis is one good lawyer’s letter.
Read moreHere’s a list of a few things that you might do for me, that I might do for you, that we might do for one another.
Read moreI should stay away from women who think of sex as something for which men ask. That’s not, at all, how I think of it. But I didn’t, and it didn’t end well.
Read moreIf you love science, does it matter that you’re a Leo? I think not.
Read moreIn which Tamora sticks my cock in plain view of hundreds, maybe even thousands.
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