God, I would come so hard while watching the movie and masturbating with my vibrator and dildo!
I told my girlfriend, Rita, about the movie and she said that she wanted to see it
. This night they were having an ejaculation contest, she told me.
. As I rounded it, I saw him reach the end of the hallway, clutching his shorts. (Did I just dream it, or did I feel my dad’s hand sliding up my inner thigh as I sat there seemingly unconscious in the passenger seat?)
As soon as I stumbled through the door, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the shower, partly to wake me up and partly because I bloody needed it! All kinds of nastiness coated my skin, not just from a couple of hours of copulation, but everything that had come before – beer and fizzy drinks and pizza grease and dust and badly applied make-up, and all the other accoutrements of a teen girls’ sleepover
God, I would come so hard while watching the movie and masturbating with my vibrator and dildo!
I told my girlfriend, Rita, about the movie and she said that she wanted to see it
. This night they were having an ejaculation contest, she told me.
. As I rounded it, I saw him reach the end of the hallway, clutching his shorts. (Did I just dream it, or did I feel my dad’s hand sliding up my inner thigh as I sat there seemingly unconscious in the passenger seat?)
As soon as I stumbled through the door, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the shower, partly to wake me up and partly because I bloody needed it! All kinds of nastiness coated my skin, not just from a couple of hours of copulation, but everything that had come before – beer and fizzy drinks and pizza grease and dust and badly applied make-up, and all the other accoutrements of a teen girls’ sleepover
God, I would come so hard while watching the movie and masturbating with my vibrator and dildo!
I told my girlfriend, Rita, about the movie and she said that she wanted to see it
. This night they were having an ejaculation contest, she told me.
. As I rounded it, I saw him reach the end of the hallway, clutching his shorts. (Did I just dream it, or did I feel my dad’s hand sliding up my inner thigh as I sat there seemingly unconscious in the passenger seat?)
As soon as I stumbled through the door, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the shower, partly to wake me up and partly because I bloody needed it! All kinds of nastiness coated my skin, not just from a couple of hours of copulation, but everything that had come before – beer and fizzy drinks and pizza grease and dust and badly applied make-up, and all the other accoutrements of a teen girls’ sleepover
