I just had awesome sex with an air steward. It was sensual – his tongue, the way his body moved, the fuck music, the arched backs, the cum on my face, the loud, ungiving moans. It was definitely a great way to start off the day, morning sex and all.
Things couldn’t have gotten any better. And indeed, it really couldn’t.
Here’s the catch which I only found out in the midst of cleaning up (as always): HE’S FROM ****! (censored for the sake of fucker-fuckee confidentiality, in short: very, very bad news.)
Imagine mind-blowing sex = cookie. Insert menacing hand a.k.a horrible realisation around cookie. Cookie crumbles. Daniel in horror.
Daniel still in horror.
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