Back to the bar – it’s not the same
I visit the bar. It’s not the same.
Read moreI visit the bar. It’s not the same.
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Read moreI sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently[…]
Read moreA beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.
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