I don't know why I don't write about you more, because I certainly fuck you enough, and it's great sex, desperate sex, moorish hungry sex, with endless courses.
You're moving away soon for work, and I'll miss you like a decent pair of shoes. I do like you and I know you do me, even though your nervous air kills my buzz at times.
You've got a nice big cock and it's always hard. You're young and fragile, like an egg with a crack in it and I embrace you with my cunt and in my peace and warmth.
No comments:
Post a Comment