I LAY IN THE SHOWER,FRANK SQUATTED OVER MY FACE AND EMPTIED HIS BOWELS WITH REGAL LIKE GRACE SHIFTING POSITION,HE AIMED HIS PISS STRAIGHT DOWN MY THROAT,HE COULDN'T MISS WE'D JOKE ABOUT DOING IT,FOR HOURS AND HOURS IT FINALLY HAPPENNED,BROWN AND GOLDEN SHOWERS
Reason for writing:
I LOVED THE TASTE...IT HAPPENNED
Birth sign: Capricorn
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