There are times I get so carried away and wild while pleasuring myself, I feel like I’m in one of those people posessed by the devil you see on movies. Maybe the greatest orgasm in the universe Is worth selling your soul.
There are times I get so carried away and wild while pleasuring myself, I feel like I’m in one of those people posessed by the devil you see on movies. Maybe the greatest orgasm in the universe Is worth selling your soul.
I feel like a siren, surrounded by all this blue. Maybe I’ll try to cause a shipwreck and get you stranded in the middle of nowhere, just you and me. All without singing any tune. They say an image is worth a thousand words, so this would give me a few million in credit.
I feel like a siren, surrounded by all this blue. Maybe I’ll try to cause a shipwreck and get you stranded in the middle of nowhere, just you and me. All without singing any tune. They say an image is worth a thousand words, so this would give me a few million in credit.
You know it’s hard to know what you really enjoy if you don’t explore your boundaries every now and then. I mean, nobody knows what I like and dislike as much as myself. I just need to find myself a nice sex toy and try it out. I know this is supposed to be very intimate, but I’d like it even better if you could stay and watch.
You know it’s hard to know what you really enjoy if you don’t explore your boundaries every now and then. I mean, nobody knows what I like and dislike as much as myself. I just need to find myself a nice sex toy and try it out. I know this is supposed to be very intimate, but I’d like it even better if you could stay and watch.
Maybe this is more inviting that my old doormat. But I don’t know if the common laws of courtesy observe my being topless. I know I’m supposed to make my guests feel welcome, but maybe they’ll feel uneasy if I parade half naked around the house. Or maybe they’ll think I’m offering a snack along with the drinks. Want a small bite?
Maybe this is more inviting that my old doormat. But I don’t know if the common laws of courtesy observe my being topless. I know I’m supposed to make my guests feel welcome, but maybe they’ll feel uneasy if I parade half naked around the house. Or maybe they’ll think I’m offering a snack along with the drinks. Want a small bite?
There once was a model from Bangkok
whose life oft revolved around cocks.
She called her good friend, discussed the new trend,
and thought “Girl-on-girl? That would rock!”.
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With the world at war, we should all get the proper training. And at rear camp, you will learn the basic techniques for survival when facing the Axis of Nymphomania. So you’d better prepare your chest for your upcoming medals. Now start doing some push-ups, soldier!
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