An orgasm in a bar
Charlotte has an orgasm in a bar. And on the street. And a whole lot more on my face.
Read moreCharlotte has an orgasm in a bar. And on the street. And a whole lot more on my face.
Read moreI visit the bar. It’s not the same.
Read moreSometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.
Read moreThe woman next to me at the bar.
Read moreWhat am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….
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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