She comes on my face
In that way we sometimes do, we sometimes have to, just given the realities of life, we had prenegotiated what[…]
Read moreIs there a difference?
In that way we sometimes do, we sometimes have to, just given the realities of life, we had prenegotiated what[…]
Read moreThe night began with Mara and me and another couple. I won’t be writing about the part of the evening[…]
Read moreIn the first, I can see your cleavage, revealed by your mostly unbuttoned men’s shirt. Is it denim, or just[…]
Read moreRemember Mara? The Israeli chick who came with Jen and me to Le Trapeze? Well, she and I had a[…]
Read moreShe’s maddeningly non-committal. Making plans is impossible. But she tantalizes me. Lying in her bad, in black briefs, her hand[…]
Read moreContinuation of this post, featuring Jen and Mara. So back we went – we picked up our clothes and shuffled[…]
Read moreI find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
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