I didn’t know this man, but there was something so familiar about him that it made me want to do better by myself, fall in line with and arch my back just a bit more so that he could possibly go a bit deeper. I wanted to do all things for and with him. Good dick was known to have you thinking recklessly and talking out of the side of your neck and I could attest. With the way he was digging into my guts, I wanted to have his babies and cook him breakfast like my name was Abigail.
