Last Call For Liquid Courage
Recoil
Discarded piles of dignity. Another anonymous evening of Absolut flesh.
And tonight, it's got to be enough.
Peel back what binds you,
Stuck his two cents in you. Done did make bid for next time but....there's always a but at the end of nights like this.
elbow, ear, tongue, shoulder.
Baby damn! What I gotta buy is all for a little pseudoaffectionado.
Quiz over every curve you got. Furry tongue making brown liquid slot.