I’m a sucker for gypsy jizz

“GB, you want suck?” Marek said to me in a stage whisper from his laid-out position on the sofa.

How many times have I heard that one?

We had been watching a DVD, but it was boring both of us.

I looked at him and nodded then put a finger to my lips. Valentýn was in the shower getting ready to go to work. Although he’s said he doesn’t care if I . . .

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