. I smiled at him and licked my hand, reached over and rubbed my saliva over it. ”
“What if he goes and blabs to everybody that you’re a whore or something bad like that?”
“John,” I said, ”Would that really make me a ‘whore’? And anyway, I don’t think that’ll happen either – he would have to follow the rules we make or else he’s history and we deny everything
I relax my lips and let him extract himself. Our bodies crave it
. I smiled at him and licked my hand, reached over and rubbed my saliva over it. ”
“What if he goes and blabs to everybody that you’re a whore or something bad like that?”
“John,” I said, ”Would that really make me a ‘whore’? And anyway, I don’t think that’ll happen either – he would have to follow the rules we make or else he’s history and we deny everything Click here to continue He was the Lucky Guy! My sixty-nine guy.
. I smiled at him and licked my hand, reached over and rubbed my saliva over it. ”
“What if he goes and blabs to everybody that you’re a whore or something bad like that?”
“John,” I said, ”Would that really make me a ‘whore’? And anyway, I don’t think that’ll happen either – he would have to follow the rules we make or else he’s history and we deny everything