Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
You filthy, sick fuck. I can not believe what you called and told me today. I knew you were twisted but I had no idea you’d take it that far. A pity lick from a bitch who didn’t know better. I wasn’t surprised you started the story with, “I was jerking off.” That much is obvious. You can’t keep your hand off your puny cock.
You told me you’d “heard” how good it felt to jerk off with vegetable oil and wanted to try it. Claiming once you’d slathered up your cock, you tipped your head back, closed your eyes, and let it feel good. You even told me you felt her weight as she climbed on the couch next to you. Right then, you should have stopped then but you didn’t. You let that bitch lick your dick.