My old cuck tried being my cash cow and failed miserably. Why is it so hard to find a well behaved, pathetic boy with a wallet that speaks louder than his tiny little shrimp dick? Life.
Warmth. Softness. Dimmed lights, the morning sun coming up, accompanied by the smell of coffee. No need to get up right now...my hands slides over a breast, down my side, further down the cleft of my hip. I let my hand rest there for a bit, one finger on
