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Blocking is so final. It's shutting the door on
door-to-door door salesmen. Man, I hate those guys. "Do you have a door?" Um, obviously, it's that big wood thing you just
hit people over the head with and whisper "Homey don't play
with my cock and balls... at least, not without lotion." And, for the love of all things holy, warm up your
thighs before you ask for that kinda treatment, I almost froze my damn
water into ice cubes, but it wasn't cold enough. So, I drank the water instead. It tasted fine but it gave me a nasty case of the squirts.
