HOT VISIONS Her eager tongue lapped my floppy mast, My limp meat twitched, hot visions passed. My foreskin revealed a purple head, The spirit was willing but the flesh was dead. I’m sorry I mumbled a feeble excuse, My Jap’s eye glistened with saliva juice. Not to worry she teased just one of those fates, But my best fuck ever was what I told my mates.Birth sign: Scorpio
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