Right now, none of it made any difference. I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her. Thankfully, she seemed to be on the same wave length. “It’s...pounding time, Mister Muscle.” She growled, gasping for breath before she plunged her frisky tongue once more into my open mouth. See what I mean? I tried to be gentle. After all, I was six and a half feet of pure strength while she was four and a half of cute. She was having none of it. There was an audible slurp as she slid down the length of my. I felt confused. Annoyed and incredibly frustrated.Yet, I had been knocked back by Kirsten before and I didn’t want to drag this one out into a drunken argument. So I just let her leave. The night was young and to be honest there was better out there.And this is where my night took a turn.It was still too early to go home and wank myself into a coma. So I decided to fly solo.My stomping ground is a small industrial town in Northern England. It was 2009 and the recession was in full swing which. More

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