.The vile thief invites to take a look through his prophet eyes..Open the gates that lead to an universe made of pettiness and abjection..Exhibitionis... of corrupted soul,r****t of consciousness,perpetual example of the human nature..Nobody, ever, reached the fulfillment the vile thief achieved..The fat lady dances like a spinning topand the usual costumers,lost c***dren that talks a lot and says nothing,jump over her..The fat lady dances like a spinning topand hundreds of multicolor teethpierce. I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers.Self loathing that may be, but it gets me through the coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose another homeless man for my pleasure.This. Her pussy glistened with the juice of sexual arousal. Her face was flushed from the throes of passion. She patted the spot on the blanket next to her beckoning me to lie down with her. Being the horny sailor that I was I obliged her offering. Our lips met and she bit my lower lip to spark my arousal. I had to catch up to her. Her hands reached for my rising cock releasing it from my pants. I grabbed her waiting breasts and squeezed them hard making her nipples pop out at me. Our tongues were. I wanted to cum with this stud up inside me. Without warning me, he grabbed me and rolled me off his cock. I watched as he got off the bed and stood in the middle of the floor. His hard cock jutted up at an angle. "Come over here, sissyboy," Don ordered pointing to the floor in frontof him. I climbed off the bed, moved to where he had pointed and stoodfacing him. "Turn around," he said. I turned, facing away from him. Ifelt his hand on the back on my neck, then his other hand on my hip. Heused.