It's a cold day because of air conditioning. Comfort after his first orgasm to text by his daughter. Writing a man to please her.
Window streaks somewhere else, here naked from the waist up windows wants nothing he can't give. So she lives.
Plenty of women, filled with wimps and dildos. See a nice guy smile like it's possible.
Nigger held by the neck. Wrong country. Wrong planet. Throat stabbed, then cut. Then in a car accident.
Immigration canceled.
Waters the plants with his piss. Feeds all his besrt, sometimes it's shit. Someone's trash, someone's treasure. Little girl that way forever is still shy about being beautiful. Knowing it, evident in all. Too much not to handle. had by everyone in their imagination. Including some brainwashed women fucked with the fad of feminism.
She rubs her little hole. Around like someone will come in. He knocks. She pulls her pants up. Pulls them down serius as he enters. Does a little rub just for him. And when he doesn't do enough she leaves it to look (at). He has a wank soft cock already satisfied. Whole body. Sparks still fly after a sleep that wasn't initiated tired.
Junky not, but a better fix he doesn't need. Surprised. Pleased. But a little bit better as climax is fine and preferred. Likes to feel fucking rather than the reward after or at end. It's not for that. Not entirely or even mainly. Lust in a lovely sight, a girl pleasing by being pleased wanting to be pleasing, in pleasing, in offering, acnowledging, reading, feeling. Whatever. He's had enough of lists typing.
"Wanna fuck?"
She shakes her head.
That does it. He's down between her legs as she tries to ignor it. Spreading them. Him doing everything, her offering. She can't hide her take on it. Little sigh. Heavy breathing. Then eyes shut head back. "Daddy."