Yet I remain, a connoisseur of the intimate acts a man and woman can do to pleasure each other. Xxnx Will she? I think a woman out for the evening should dress like a woman, slacks are verboten. My love is definitely my 10. I lose track of time. “I’ve got IT, but only he can have IT.” Most women can feel like a 10, if they care seriously about themselves. Her flesh is discretely exposed. Such urgency on a still sleepy morning, steel meeting soft flesh then a gushing deposit warms her inside. Isn’t the couch too uncomfortable? The rest eventually becomes a blur as I watch that Army helmet swallowed again and again, devoured with such relish by those rouge lips. There you are; sliding against the body you long to pleasure, swaying to the rhythm of the music not unlike the rhythmical, surging
