Artificial Stories

Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good. Woody Allen She was only twenty-two. She had a long, dark brown ponytail that fell behind her, and lovely thirty-six D cups. She was kneeling on the floor. I groaned as she took my fat, heavily veined cock and kissed it. She rotated her tongue around the pink knob that was the head of my penis. Her right hand cuppe...