Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger th...n a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd cock and balls,And these attributesOf hermaphroditic divinityAre ebullient enoughIn their flounce and bounceTo buoy up my shemale. Maybe she was used to it. A man with Matt’s talents probably had to fight off the women. When he came it was like a geyser. I was swallowing and choking and it just kept on coming. I rarely got my fill of cum, but he had more than enough to satisfy that particular craving. He was pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt back in when he said, “Clear off that chair and pull it up to the desk. I have a proposition for you.” When I sat down, he was all business. “I get a lot of artists coming in. I was almost ready to cum when we arrived at my place. after quickly overpaying the cab we rushed into my place ripping her top off she quikly dropped my pants and underwear and started sucking my cock hungrly again but i pulled her into my room. "Lay down" she said and poped my cock into her mouth. when suddenly she started tickiling my asshole with a lube finger. i let out a loud moan. then all at once she deepthroated my 7 inch cock and thrust two fingers deep into my ass directly against my. . not that. You look like Hellboy or something. Why ... why did you fuck me? To breed me or to claim my soul? Am I damned to Hell now? And ... why is Monica Bellucci, one of my favorite actresses of all time, intimate with you ... is she already one of your lost souls now? Did she make a deal with you?” Emma finally spoke up, more than a little scared now in spite of her attempt to brazen it out.“I am Lord Asmodeus, formerly Prince of the Incubi, now King of Hell and Prince of Darkness, lord of.