>Thick Europa Lips, now braiding a gooey chain of spit around his dick, vacant eyes not wasting energy, head bent over one of the metal tentacles of the locomotive, throbbing waves of kilometers left behind, and she was on the sunny thoughtless shore, sending a message in a bottle, begging for him to thrust harder.
I picked a scab off my scalp while I read this, and the scab is sexier.
I jacked off while reading this, and the semen is sexier.
Have you ever had sex?