Don’t call me blackie, whitey
My wife poked my r***** with a huge d**** while she applied suction to my tube steak today for half an hour. Lying on my back with feet in the air I shot hot seed all over my chest and face. It was nice as always.
I know everything is over but still why do I miss you so much. As if it ended without ending. The rushes pain me why couldn’t I forget. No doubt I have controlled my feelings, my thoughts but couldn’t wiped off a single moment. In my mind everything is etched so deeply I bleed literally when my mind stops working and my heart takes over.. Damn!!! Why does love make us cry so much..
