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lightning strikes

Energy is motion. I could be anywhere. I'm striding up towards your front door right now.

I want you to be ready for me at all times. Summer is here. A hot storm rolls in out of nowhere and leaves you soaking wet.

You already know how I want to find you when I shove the door open. Completely naked. Lying on your stomach, with both hands underneath you.

You know what I want. Grind your hips. Grind yourself hard. Give me something sexy to look at, for a minute, head to toe and back again, before my shirt flies to the floor and I'm on top of you.

Arch your back for me. Fingernails draw four red lines straight down your back. I reach underneath you to give your breast a hard squeeze. How's my girl?

I pull your hair, pull your head back. I need to see the look on your pretty sweet horny face.

Has my girl been a good girl? My cock growls the question.

The rattle in your ear as I undo my belt.

I'm sure there have been some changes in your life. You can tell me all the news later. As long as you've got what a hard cock needs, some things will never change.

Lightning strikes because it has nothing to lose.

Comments

this is so low level. if jean claude van damme had made porn movies instead of action movies in the 80's this perfectly would have suited him - stupid, uninspired macho bullshit makes me want to cut my toe nails!

Hah, you and all your toenail-clipping friends shall be no match for my nunchuks.

...then lightning strikes twice, because it can.

Hot stuff there. Makes me want to go get laid. Like, RIGHT NOW.

I've never heard a cock growl. Phil, we have to meet.

;)

DTG xxoo
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