Watch Me Explode, Daddy
Chips, after all, and I could leave him as soon as he taught me, uh, well, how to enjoy the pleasure of a man’s penetration.
“Want something to drink?” he asked me when he ushered me inside his apartment. My distress must have clearly shown on my face at that moment. Joey was more like sixty than fifty, and his salt-and-pepper hair was an unshaven beard. Otherwise, he was bald as a cue ball and had a puffy face that looked like a sandbag that had been punched and not regained its shape back. He was slightly shorter than I was but more than three hundred pounds overweight, a fact which he hadn’t mentioned to me on the phone. He was dressed in the kind of light, blowzy outfit that, when worn b
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