The Life of the Prodijay
Dad is away, as he put it, on a lucrative business trip, but his deceptive wife is home with me wanting to give me some ass.
3 months, 3 weeks ago
POETRY. HIPHOP. PHILOSOPHY.
Waking up to a smell of morning sex. Been raining the whole morning since 3 am. That’s when we fucked. I step on jeans, shoes, underwear, condoms, strewn on the floor on my way to the bathroom. 983 more words
6 months, 3 weeks ago