Game One

Jennifer was worn beyond words. And since she came more than she could count or even quantify, I assume she didn’t care that I wasn't going to. After a quick nap she took an uber home. Ten minutes later I was on my Cumslut's porch, fishing the key out of one of her broken clay pots. … Continue reading Game One


Nothing is Perfect

  Jennifer and I finished fucking and it was a long aggressive session, and I took off the cock rings and I stopped recording, and the bed was on fire so I got up and walked into the living room and sat in the lazyboy and tried to expose as much of my surface area … Continue reading Nothing is Perfect