The Bukkake Boy
There really is too much of a good thing…
I glimpsed the woman around the corner and pulled back, waiting in the alley until I heard her draw near – then stepped out and opened my coat, wiggling my stiff prick. I was naked under the coat. She stopped, then looked me up and down. “I’ve seen better,” she commented, then paused, “and worse.” She yelled over her shoulder, “Guards!” I sat, dejectedly, in the chair opposite The Lady's desk. The guards stood rigidly at...