I met this wonderful woman of passion extraordinaire and there were levels of which she was not familiar to some ways of passion.
I won't do fuck all with a woman with whiskers, any fucking wear.
Legs, snatch, that's it! Awe c'mon, do I gots to cover hairy backs?
Anyhow, once she complied, that poor lil angel went off the fuckin hook! You know, that genie in the bottle thingy? Better hold the fuck on tight, or she'll buck your ass off, if it takes awe night!
I was too young to remember what my technique was. But, she couldn't buck me off until I was ready to jump. It was my hee haw's that got her excited! Hey, I'll read you stories I remember tellin her...
Today my passions are painted by Etta James, proof that deities with soul kick started the men, into being...
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