Vehemently denying my position, my accusation of the urge of the males' passionately inclined soul for intimacy was innately superior to that of the females, she responded with a wry grin: "Never underestimate my love!"
With the manual dexterity of an African-American with a basketball she nonchalantly reached into my Levi-Strauss butt-huggers. Never finding myself in such a position I was startled by her overt intimate demand. "I am not that kind of man." I exclaimed defiantly. "Then, perhaps it is time to turn over a new leaf."
With that, she engaged in a tug-of-war with my man-gland. I was really sprouting a monster. Within moments my garments were strewn across the floor. My flesh was bare. I lie exposed and extremely vulnerable.She had no qualms about taking advantage of my condition. Her clothes were just as soon discarded. She had that hungering look of desperation in her eye. She began to indulge in nasty pee-pee talk! Were my ears deceiving me?
Amidst my contemplation she slithered down into my lap. She nestled her head onto the region where my legs join. Her oral cavity opened and engulfed my lil' kings crown. She furiously orally copulated my manhood as if a hungering mongrel takes to green meat. My sphincter puckered like Grandma on Valentines Day. This Fraulein gave divine palate. "This shan't go unrewarded" I thought to myself. I reached for my checkbook. "That won't be necessary," she confided. "Reciprocate!" she commanded.
I reached for her groin. I inserted a ring-less finger into her Crevici De Amoure'- her crevice of love. Her feminine abyss clenched my digit. Suddenly, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided my cranium to her equator- Lapland. Her nectar flowed freely. I nibbled her nubbie. She groaned with glee. I was down in her valley for what seemed like fifteen minutes.
My associate indicated that she was ready for the next course: Intercourse. This is where I was schlonging to be. This is where my lil' Conquistador could ravage her hot jungle of love.
With the manual dexterity of an African-American with a basketball she nonchalantly reached into my Levi-Strauss butt-huggers. Never finding myself in such a position I was startled by her overt intimate demand. "I am not that kind of man." I exclaimed defiantly. "Then, perhaps it is time to turn over a new leaf."
With that, she engaged in a tug-of-war with my man-gland. I was really sprouting a monster. Within moments my garments were strewn across the floor. My flesh was bare. I lie exposed and extremely vulnerable.She had no qualms about taking advantage of my condition. Her clothes were just as soon discarded. She had that hungering look of desperation in her eye. She began to indulge in nasty pee-pee talk! Were my ears deceiving me?
Amidst my contemplation she slithered down into my lap. She nestled her head onto the region where my legs join. Her oral cavity opened and engulfed my lil' kings crown. She furiously orally copulated my manhood as if a hungering mongrel takes to green meat. My sphincter puckered like Grandma on Valentines Day. This Fraulein gave divine palate. "This shan't go unrewarded" I thought to myself. I reached for my checkbook. "That won't be necessary," she confided. "Reciprocate!" she commanded.
I reached for her groin. I inserted a ring-less finger into her Crevici De Amoure'- her crevice of love. Her feminine abyss clenched my digit. Suddenly, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided my cranium to her equator- Lapland. Her nectar flowed freely. I nibbled her nubbie. She groaned with glee. I was down in her valley for what seemed like fifteen minutes.
My associate indicated that she was ready for the next course: Intercourse. This is where I was schlonging to be. This is where my lil' Conquistador could ravage her hot jungle of love.
