i was already gone, holding my limp, dripping cock in my hand. i haven't answered her texts.
i was already gone, holding my limp, dripping cock in my hand. i haven't answered her texts.
it was two days later. she was heading home. i had been stalking her, trying to understand myself. she spotted me, her eyes full of love, happy to see me. no, no.
it was two days later. she was heading home. i had been stalking her, trying to understand myself. she spotted me, her eyes full of love, happy to see me. no, no.
why did i feel sick? a beautiful woman wanted me, and all i could do was shiver. i told her i don't fuck on the first date.
why did i feel sick? a beautiful woman wanted me, and all i could do was shiver. i told her i don't fuck on the first date.