…with my personal interaction with the well endowed ladies of the adult video industry. It’s not like I can just whip it out and start beating it with the little dog sitting there with its head cocked to the side looking at me inquisitively. I’ve done it once in the 15 days I’ve had Molly. That one time was like the 4th of July. After nine days off I was surprised at how much I had stored up. Splooge just kept flying out like water out of a garden hose.
(I hope none of you were eating when you read that, sorry. But hey, ladies, if you’re in to face painting, trust me, I’ve got you covered.)
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