My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

As I ordered myself a beer I spied a man leaning nonchalantly on the far side of the bar, obviously half-interested in watching a guy getting a blow off in the shadows. Now, normally I pick up a man based on what I feel like doing sexually on that occasion. If I want to get fucked, I look for a burly masculine man who can’t take his eyes off all the ass that walks by. If I want a hole to fuck, I go for a slighter fellow who can’t take his eyes off my basket. But sometimes there are those men who possess that animal magnetism and killer frame that makes me nervous and a little excited. This guy was one of these.

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