I was always in trouble as a kid. I used to hate the feeling of my dad’s belt buckle smacking against my arse cheeks, especially as he was still wearing it.
I was always in trouble as a kid. I used to hate the feeling of my dad’s belt buckle smacking against my arse cheeks, especially as he was still wearing it.
As a teenager reading the porno mags, my favourite shot was where she was draped seductively on the bonnet of a car. Much later, I saw it in real life. It wasn’t nearly as sexy as I remembered.
After the second wank I got bored and called an ambulance.