Sawyer Jonathan Aston has an extremely suckable… ahem. We’re talking eight inches of girthy perfection. Two-thirds of a foot of succulent man-meat. A true pornucopia of carnal delights.
And tonight, that ahem is going to make my mouth feel like a Tokyo subway car at rush hour. We’re talking crowded. Crammed. Absolutely stuffed. And if I’m lucky, a few stops later we’ll both get off at the same time and head home together to see what kind of trouble we can get up to when bed is our final destination.
But you know what they say about the best-laid plans…
It’s a good thing I’m resourceful, because come what may, I’m not going to stop until I make Sawyer mine.
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