ok I closed the curtain but you screamed for an Encore...well Cull here you go:
Not if I can help it.
ok I closed the curtain but you screamed for an Encore...well Cull here you go:
It's gonna take more than a big butt and a smile SourCandy...I need to see some T-n-A...PM me if you down...![]()
Thanking timvp for trying to cuckold him and lying about having a relationship with his wife.
- "I'm still 6'10", 240."
- Mitch Kupchak - knee shackled - in tears - Boston, MA. - June.9.1985
Listen Kori helps me out with my love life...she talks and I listen she gives me tips and pointers on very personal things and I love her for that...remember you always learn from a woman on how to make it wetter...
Think about that for a minute...![]()
Kori is a sage. She's lives the credo:::the needs of the few outweigh the needs of the one.
The Ellis girl.
Oh, how soon we forget.
no no...you owe me more than that...How about:
You are welcome !
the ghost with another final thread
Crawl, motherf'er, crawl!!!
Your blatant disrespect for someone who has shown you nothing but love, is quite disturbing.
Look at ya, reduced to being my fartcatcher.
lmvictoriousao!
Again, like a slap in the face. Kori deserves better.
Brian was busy getting ready for a night at the club. Music playing in the background, he quickly dressed his slender frame, shaved, brushed his teeth and threw a little gel in his hair. It was already past 9:30 and he had to meet his friends around 10. “I’ve got to go — like now,” he told himself.
He finished his evening routine and picked up his wallet, checking for cash, his debit card and I.D. He ran back to the bathroom, checked himself in the mirror one last time then bolted out the door.
Like countless times before, he made his way to his favorite club in Hickory. Once there, he found his friends and bought a drink. “It’s going to be a good night,” he thought.
Later in the evening, he ran into Wayne [not his real name]. The large, middle-aged man looked different tonight — he wasn’t in drag. Brian was surprised by his clean-cut appearance and glasses.
“Thanks for last night,” Wayne said.
The previous night, Wayne approached Brian at the club and introduced himself. “You have one of the most attractive faces I have ever seen,” Wayne said. “Can I take your picture?” Brian was flattered and posed for a few snaps. “Will you be back tomorrow?” Wayne asked hopefully.
Tonight, Wayne was being equally friendly, buying Brian drinks. After downing a couple, Brian felt strangely dizzy. As his vision and thinking became increasingly hazy, Wayne led him out of the club. Brian was so unsteady he had to be carried the last part of the way to Wayne’s car, where he was laid in the backseat. It was around midnight.
Wayne drove to a local motel and rented a room. After parking the car, he carried Brian inside and pushed him down onto the bed. He removed Brian’s pants and began to perform oral sex on him. “You’re pre- ming. I like that,” Wayne said.
The words pulled Brian’s mind into focus. He pushed Wayne off and stumbled into the bathroom. He forced his fingers down his throat and made himself throw up, rationalizing that the physical evidence would prove he had been in the motel. He also removed one contact and left it for further proof.
While he was bent over the sink, Wayne came in and attempted to sodomize him. Brian was able to struggle enough to prevent Wayne from penetrating him and both men ended up on the floor. Wayne forced his penis into Brian’s mouth.
“I’m going to get sick again,” Brian spluttered, leading Wayne to get up and walk out. Brian braced his foot against the door to keep it closed. He gagged himself and threw up again. It was the only thing he could think to do to keep Wayne off of him.
A couple minutes passed while Brian pulled himself together. After building up his courage, he cracked the door and said, “You have to take me back.” Wayne nonchalantly assented. “Okay.”
No words were spoken between them in the car. Wayne stared intently at the road, while teary-eyed Brian sat motionless in the passenger’s seat. Back at the club, Wayne pulled over in front of a man standing on the sidewalk. “Where have you been?” the man asked. “We ed,” Wayne told him.
“Here,” Wayne said, as he scribbled his name and phone number on a scrap of paper. “Let’s do it again sometime.” Brian’s shaking hand took the slip of paper as he exited the vehicle.
He walked slowly to his car, got in and headed for home. He arrived there around 3 a.m. and went straight to his bedroom. He fell onto the bed and was overcome by feelings of anger, fear and grief. “At least I’m home,” he thought, as he cried himself to sleep.
Except she doesn't talk to you or help you out and you most certainly don't have any kind of sexual relationship with her like you allude to constantly.
tee, hee.
The sexual things that she shares would blow your mind...tbh
You're not ready for it Deep...she comes with the goods and I soak it all up...real talk
I'll bet you another $500 that isn't true
Kool=LL=Timvp
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