Tamora

I misbehaved. Unintentionally. And had a collision with Tamora’s sensitivities.

It’s been years since I felt Tamora’s mouth on my cock, since she felt my tongue on her sensitive, sensitive clit. It seems (or, for a moment, seemed) our long wait nears (neared) its end….

I am, according to Tamora, a narcissistic asshat. :-/

“I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth,” Tamora wrote, in anticipation of an upcoming date. And that makes two of us: I can’t wait to feel myself in her mouth. I seriously can’t.

Tamora and I would seem to have complimentary desires.

I have a date coming up….

I don’t like comparisons, but suffice it to say, there simply is no tastier, more responsive pussy than Tamora’s.

An apology: I don’t deserve Tamora’s mouth on my cock. She’s experienced just about all of the worst I have to offer.

A long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.

In which Tamora sticks my cock in plain view of hundreds, maybe even thousands.