I wrote the following letter last night.
Every morning you fondle my clitoris, bring me to orgasm, and leave for work.
It's monotonous, so, if I cheat, it's your own fault.
But my hand can't read, so I'll just throw it away.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
I wrote the following letter last night.
Every morning you fondle my clitoris, bring me to orgasm, and leave for work.
It's monotonous, so, if I cheat, it's your own fault.
But my hand can't read, so I'll just throw it away.