They started picking on my sexuality. In and out a new curse would come out of his mouth along with a torrent of groans
. .
. A. Her ass was on the edge of the seat, her shoulders pressed to the back about half way down, arched at an obscene angel with her chin on her chest as she panted and looked up at me, her grin and wink making me even harder in my pants than I had been
Johnny Sins “What? FUCK that, man! Look at that bitch flex!” I glanced over at the stage, where she was spinning around one of the poles to the beat of some disposable hip hop song from three years ago, gripping it with just her legs, “it’s not like you have to have Christmas with her family! You don’t even have to talk to her! Just fuck her then cut; it’s what you do with snatch you don’t give a fuck about! It’s just a sport fuck, not a fucking betrothal!”
He gestured with a wide arm motion towards the stage and went back to watching her hungrily.
She could be thinking that masturbation is wrong. I knew it was only a matter of time before I have my sexual discharge
. I know that's all they do is fuck in the Army
They started picking on my sexuality. In and out a new curse would come out of his mouth along with a torrent of groans
. .
. A. Her ass was on the edge of the seat, her shoulders pressed to the back about half way down, arched at an obscene angel with her chin on her chest as she panted and looked up at me, her grin and wink making me even harder in my pants than I had been
Johnny Sins “What? FUCK that, man! Look at that bitch flex!” I glanced over at the stage, where she was spinning around one of the poles to the beat of some disposable hip hop song from three years ago, gripping it with just her legs, “it’s not like you have to have Christmas with her family! You don’t even have to talk to her! Just fuck her then cut; it’s what you do with snatch you don’t give a fuck about! It’s just a sport fuck, not a fucking betrothal!”
He gestured with a wide arm motion towards the stage and went back to watching her hungrily.
She could be thinking that masturbation is wrong. I knew it was only a matter of time before I have my sexual discharge
. I know that's all they do is fuck in the Army
They started picking on my sexuality. In and out a new curse would come out of his mouth along with a torrent of groans
. .
. A. Her ass was on the edge of the seat, her shoulders pressed to the back about half way down, arched at an obscene angel with her chin on her chest as she panted and looked up at me, her grin and wink making me even harder in my pants than I had been
Johnny Sins “What? FUCK that, man! Look at that bitch flex!” I glanced over at the stage, where she was spinning around one of the poles to the beat of some disposable hip hop song from three years ago, gripping it with just her legs, “it’s not like you have to have Christmas with her family! You don’t even have to talk to her! Just fuck her then cut; it’s what you do with snatch you don’t give a fuck about! It’s just a sport fuck, not a fucking betrothal!”
He gestured with a wide arm motion towards the stage and went back to watching her hungrily.
She could be thinking that masturbation is wrong. I knew it was only a matter of time before I have my sexual discharge
. I know that's all they do is fuck in the Army
When a Massage Leads to Sex