What man can’t recognise another’s masculine odour; fresh sweat, a warm cock ripening in an over-heated foreskin.
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What man can’t recognise another’s masculine odour; fresh sweat, a warm cock ripening in an over-heated foreskin.
Wendy was sitting in her office getting caught up on paper work when a long lanky black kid walked in her office unannounced.
He was thin, dressed in a tee shirt, a loose bagging shorts, as loose and bagging as his shorts were it did not hide his long ropey cock from her view.
This is pure fantasy. There has never been an all female mission to the International Space Station. When it does finally happen, we may all learn something that could never happen otherwise.