Chết tiệt, anh ta khó hơn là một thanh thép, và khi chân anh ta ra một nhịp điệu tra tấn giữa hai đùi tôi, tôi nhận ra mình nóng hơn mùa xuân ở Seattle. The Boner của Grim Reaper.
Holy shit, he was harder that a rod of steel, and as his leg ground out a torturous rhythm between my thighs, I realized I was hotter than spring in Seattle.This was not a dream, this was real, and I had just fondled the boner of the Grim Reaper.
Tara West, Divine and Dateless