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Waiting can be a madman clawing his own skin. It can be drying paint, dying libido, or crying dogs at the window watching a car roll off. Sometimes waiting is just a phone that never buzzes. I’m still waiting. Hunks of meat swinging and forced screaming, I remember, would always do the trick. Now it sends a hollow feeling rushing to nowhere. Now I feel like I’m watching a reality show. SOME SCENES ARE CREATED FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. This programme contains product placement. The pair of air Nikes she keeps on while bent over. The Maurice Lacroix watch he wears while spanking her. It is a nice watch; they are nice trainers. She is beautiful; he is handsome. But, I’m still waiting. The predictable ****** comes and goes. The conclusion’s always the same. It never used to bother me, the farce of it all. It used to do the trick. But, I’m still waiting.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Watching **** and Failing To Get A Hard-on
Waiting can be a madman clawing his own skin. It can be drying paint, dying libido, or crying dogs at the window watching a car roll off. Sometimes waiting is just a phone that never buzzes. I’m still waiting. Hunks of meat swinging and forced screaming, I remember, would always do the trick. Now it sends a hollow feeling rushing to nowhere. Now I feel like I’m watching a reality show. SOME SCENES ARE CREATED FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. This programme contains product placement. The pair of air Nikes she keeps on while bent over. The Maurice Lacroix watch he wears while spanking her. It is a nice watch; they are nice trainers. She is beautiful; he is handsome. But, I’m still waiting. The predictable ****** comes and goes. The conclusion’s always the same. It never used to bother me, the farce of it all. It used to do the trick. But, I’m still waiting.
c-j-baxter
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
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