Know why? That didn't entertain me at all.Yakuza: What! Say that again! Hold it!Fudozawa: So he was no good. I see. Then why don't you try me!(Strippe... to the waist, he slams his open hand into a nearby boulder, leaving a handprint in the stone.)Yakuza: There it is! The oyabun's trick move! The Demon-Killer! Who knows how many faces he's smashed in with that killer technique!Fudozawa: I've got business to take care of tonight, street fighter, but first I'm gonna make you bleed.Sanosuke: Ex-sumo. Let’s play the “what do you think?” game.Often times your friends know EXACTLY what you’re talking about, and you don’t even have to say the word. You just look at them and say “You think?” and he’ll just nod his head and say “All day.”You don’t even have to mention it again.Sometimes it’s really fun, like if the guy is married or has k**s.Or even more fun if he’s some tightly wound conservative Christian who’s married and has k**s. (Those are my personal favorite)Sometimes you’ll find out a. ‘Hey Danny!’ she called to him, only looking up when he did not answer, ‘Hey big bro. How’s life been? It’s been a long time since we’ve had a chance to talk.’ His throat burned up as an acid moon of bile rose in his chest. Her eyes were direct, stripping away the years of adulthood, back to the days when she had looked at him as kin to god, and the aftermath of failure. He had not been able to save her from the horrible fate she had fallen prey. A wicked grin split her face, and the pupils of. Her cheek brushed against my shaft as she lowered down. Lexi held my cock in her hand and brushed her lips over the head. Her tongue lightly licked over the slit at he tip. Oh my God, that felt electric. She finally sucked just the head into her luscious mouth. I could feel her tongue circling over and over before she finally engulfed almost all of it in her mouth. I put my hands on her head, tilting it up so I could watch her. My hips started to move back and forth. I watched my cock glide in.