Sometimes it’s weird, the thoughts I get during sex. Like kneeling there in the moonlight, with this naked handsome dude holding my cock and looking at it as if it was a piece of cherry pie he was gonna gobble it up.
Like I was thinking right at that moment. Somebody had to design these jacuzzi pools, had to lay out the specs for size and depth, figure out how much concrete would go into One, calculate the volume of water it would hold, how many people could soak at a time and so on and so on. But I bet any amount you want to name that this designer never gave a, thought to its convenience as a place to get sucked off in - no, convenience isn’t the right word. WhatI want to say is, it’s utter blissful righteousness, with the privacy offered by