Thanek

Hot Sunday I was all abother Lookin at her rock hard bulge Like a lamb headed to slaughter! We was talkin smooth down by the water When talk led to moves And our bodies touched; Hands caressing grooves, Tongues thinking of butts, Hips hinting at truths, In insatiable lusts! Her face w... Read full Story

Her figure shadowed by no dimming light as she drags all lovers alike from where little did they know they were at comfort before from. In her fiery beauty I know I would burst into flames like punk dry timbers at first glance and incinerate upon touch. My brotherly advice I was given when once ... Read full Story