Nobody with any lick of good worldly sense is gonna order milk at a goddamn election, Skippy. I knew you were green as Eisenhower's fresh mowed grass and ripe for the taking.
Nothing's wrong.
It's just - I know every inch of you, inside and out. The way you fit around my cock, the way you smell after a long day out in the sun. The way you sound when I've got you on the edge, begging to tip over.
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Nothing's wrong.
It's just - I know every inch of you, inside and out. The way you fit around my cock, the way you smell after a long day out in the sun. The way you sound when I've got you on the edge, begging to tip over.
Nobody can ever replicate that.