I know you are there, for you are always there
. .
. The feel of another man’s face against mine is intoxicating. Instinctively I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick meat, running my thumb lightly over the bulby head
I know you are there, for you are always there
. .
. The feel of another man’s face against mine is intoxicating. Instinctively I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick meat, running my thumb lightly over the bulby head
I know you are there, for you are always there
. .
. The feel of another man’s face against mine is intoxicating. Instinctively I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick meat, running my thumb lightly over the bulby head
