She turns you over, always the doer, pressing herself against your ass, her cunt, warm and exciting. She knows that pressing against you with her imaginary cock drives you wild and reaches around to touch you, her large hand working familiarly in your lower regions. She makes love to you as you gaze at the […]
When Dad started choking on that chunk of lamb chop in the restaurant three days before New Year’s Day when I was fifteen I knew exactly what to do because we’d just been practicing the Heimlich Maneuver in Health Ed that semester and when the bloody chunk of meat and phlegm shot out of his […]
When the bell over the door rang, Matt looked up with an impersonal retail smile and immediately froze. The kid who had just walked in was hot, in that sort of carelessly casual way college students seemed to have perfected. His brown hair was a tad too long, and his T-shirt stretched across strong […]
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