Candy Cane

And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you. J’s…I didn’t want to go down there. She was damn good. It rubbed my stomach sharply. E.G. I made it out of the lot and down the street without managing to kill or partially gut myself. Thin. She was persistent, the little fucker. He didn’t care if anyone saw the blade at his waist or his bad attitude. I’d let her think anything she wanted, if she’d just go back to caressing my dick again, Hell, I’d even insult myself for her. This one could’ve come out of a Madonna video. The lot was a joke, but the guy holding out his hand for the cash to park was not. It made me look like I had a good bulge in my pants.