A Proper British Lady’s Delicate Flower Being Thoroughly Savored

And not many hours ago that mouth was around my dick in almost as beautiful a way. Porn I almost felt a little ashamed for what I had put in that same space. I started on my trek to hellish oblivion and thoughts of interrupting Candy’s choir when I noticed her satchel. A stiletto. A little dusty and dirty in the small dark corners of the room—nothing anyone I would invite back would notice or mention. Yep. I could see something sharp and shiny in there. Really? I couldn’t help but chuckle at what I had just gone through. Yes, I can actually use words like that. I looked up and winked at my signed photo of Clint, cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth, hat blocking out only enough sun that he still had to squint.