in which there is a hurdle
Jan 7th, 2008 | By Sinclair | Category: a girl: DateDykeSo. Miss DD and I are talking and chatting and falling.
I sent her flowers on Friday. She called me at work and climaxed on the phone, let me listen. (I was immobile, unable to say anything or join her, torture, so fucking hot.) She’s talking about coming to see me, stay with me, here in [...]




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