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The Tower Of Babble...(babble)
I see your married does he know you come here
used to be a room i knew..but closed..
darn I am new to SOL so I don't
(so sorry..no...)
hearing another voice...looking around to see you
might you have a place we can chat
(Mail: Thank you!)
my right hand holds the coffee cup...
but I highly doubt that's what
keeps you at bay...a mere coffee cup?
nah....you're biding your time I
think...
I can feel the water starting to
ripple a little more
but I don't remove my proverbial
toe from it...
I push my foot in
deeper...luring the depths up
to the surface... with little
wiggles of.... motion...grey makes a man distinguished...
haven't you heard? experienced even...
you guys... you learn things over the years
that the young bucks wish they knew....all about how the gentler sexXx
works....
inside and out...me..... weighs that a bit...sips and
then sets the cup down on a table...
gliding slender hands down over cracked
worn
leather that's definitely seen
better days....there's those eyes again... an intense
set...I like power too.... and control....
but where you like to devour it....I like it ripped from me....
shredded....
that's what I get
out of it...the opposite end of the ride...
but no less
exciting....
I wouldn't have let the doc touch them to begin with but...https://64.media.tumblr.com/b83db96941071400b4ab5cb70c547b91/tumblr_oc6bvwSOUo1utp6r4o4_250.gifv
UGH and double ugh! I have an expert mechanic BEST FREIND or that shit would be a LOT more expensive.
he is a ass not reading the rules
i d love to masturbate for a Lady
settles back in after a phone call
oh that one sorry
bouncing along ~~>
not to much
thank you Suzy *s*
Because, Mick, you didn't read the room page.
(click up there where it says (push))
sorry hot your like my X wife
Rien, le petit mort est rien sans les sensthe hair on my head has now a fair sprinkling of gray... short cropped without any quarter to style. But that makes my ears visible, the cartilage moves as I listen to the faint but palpable beat of your heart.
Fear? To watch someone helpless as ai bleed their air to within an inch of their life? Power. Control. That is what I get. What drags me back to this place like a lion to a watering hole to feast
the naked truth washes over my face, contortions it's otherwise pleasant demeanor. But only for a minute. Then it slips back below, as I coolly appraise your figure, almost leering.
And you? Why do you hunger for more, now that you have exorcised your demons?