I feasted on her. XXX I didn’t have wrinkles or any gray to my hair. “FUCK HER! I fell to my knees, my ivory hand grabbing her darker hips. “How can you not want to love that snatch? “I know,” Maurice said. “FUCK HER! She sauntered to her wife, her rump swaying. Every plunge into her gave me more and more delight to enjoy. It wouldn’t be easy. You’re going to lead your country to disaster.”
“I’m going to elevate the world with love!” I said. Her forehead furrowed. After all, it’s why you took that foolish pill and killed all the passion in your life. FUCK HER! I want this so bad! Before her nation. BECKY!”
Right then, I knew this would work. “There won’t ever be the sort of pleasure you’re insinuating,” she said, her voice low.
