Don’t Call Me

I checked the toilet cubicle at the supermarket, where I recently wrote my email address and said that I was a good cocksucker. Someone had left a message for me in black pen: go fuck yourself.

Now I need a pen for when I go back, to write: “only if I get to ride that hot cock of yours.”

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One Response to Don’t Call Me

  1. he might call.. you never know 😉

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