It’s about control… self-control, losing control, being controlled and everything out of control. Indian sex Then blatantly touted as spineless demeanor. Well, it’s true that I made it up, sort of… you be the judge. “I told you he’d come here hoping to find a cock for his ass”
“Nooo!” I groaned, in a weak, pathetic moan. Audible, guttural, throat-vibrating, moans. Oh, crap! Comment and ask for the saga to continue, if you liked reading about my first “adventure”. I started down the dim moon-lit path, drawn by the mesmeric tinkle of flowing water. I was rasping with uneven low groans. Those
of unfrequented passage and cloistered seclusion where my first venture would go undisturbed. My erection was mocking any claim to having self-respect as it broadcast the unconscionable truth. I really did admire the foxy piece of
tail looking back.
