Mr. Pettifor, I’ve brought you lunch, Sir.” “Leave it on my desk,” he grouses. “It’s your favorite, Sir, a Reuben with au jus,” I say softly.
There’s nothing sexier than imaging myself as an Oxford comma getting unambiguously banged. Throw in a semicolon in between two closely related independent clauses, and a volcanic love of punctuation eruption is guaranteed.
I’ve fucked you, licked you, bound you, flogged you, and spanked you. Jesus, Lilly, how much more do you want to get to know each other?
And stop with the playboy title. I simply enjoy the company of beautiful women and ( . )( . ) and (_Y_) That’s tits & ass to the untrained eye. 😀
Just because you’re my Princess doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you like a slut.
Your middle name might be discreet, but mine is resourceful, Darling.
You can’t even begin to fathom the amount of fucks I do not give about what you want.
That was some powerful shit. Like mind and pussy-numbing, fuckilepsy inducing, reproductive organ-exploding powerful. You really are some kind of flogger wielding sex God.
With my tongue buried deep in her sweet cunt, I mumble, “Yes, you’re definitely the girl for the job.
Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.
Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck.He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor.”Did you really just fruitally assault me?
I’m happy to see that we’re stopping to eat some dinner, since we didn’t actually eat lunch today. Instead we just argued, I pouted, slapped him, bojo’d him, and then I came like a freight train. I’ve had a very busy day.