It was a spring morning. I had just got back from a really long road trip. Balls were sweaty and stuck to my legs. I found my favorite National Geographic. I found the hottest African woman with huge double d's. I apparently was mesmerized by huge sloppy cans back in the day. As I built to that fevery pitch and furiously rope a doped my love pump, I heard the front door. I was in the bathroom and couldn't stop, no way was I going full blue balls. I grabbed some toilet paper and kept flogging my man pipe. In an instant the door pops open and i've got *** all over my hands and a wad in the toilet paper. I could hear footsteps walk away as I enjoyed the throes of another great session, and a faint whisper of really Mike National Geographic. Yes National Geographic.
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