Please Send…

Please Send…

He texted:

“Please send me some photos of you and some of us for me to share with my mother.”

He added:

“No strap ons.”

LOLOLOLOLOLOL!

I can just see it. “And here we are in Madrid. She sent me one this while I was camping a few weekends ago. And this, oh! This is my girlfriend’s dick, Mom. Isn’t she a peach?”

I love my life.

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