The Broke Politician – A story about Ovulation horniness
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
It was his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. They were maybe brown… close to green. And his body, his lean tall lanky well-chiseled body, his long torso and his huge dick that went all the way to his knees. I have flashbacks of him walking towards…
We sat in his car, and he was looking directly into my eyes as he spoke. Something was different today, still a man of few words, but I could hear the turmoil in his head, the loud thoughts. I could see him fight himself because…
Something I liked a lot about Jorge is that he always came to get me. When I was sad, when I was in need to escape or even just on a regular day. I didn’t even need to ask, he knew I loved spending time…