Sorry but I didn’t wear my p****** today. Lol
Service is horrible love language. For others, it’s a treat. They are cared for. Someone is preventively thinking of their needs. There’s always someone to help.
And someone always is. Alone.
If the guys can’t decide on who’s taking me first. Then I decide. Pretty simple. Whoever has the larger sausage wins. Second place gets the overly lubed entrance.
