we all love cock. we love a man that can flaunt it with pride. no matter what size it is. no matter if the cumshot resembles a freshly coughed lung-full of phlegm after a hard day of riding the london tube. you can also respect a man comfortable with his own body image, all natural, a real man low on manscaping. while ready to install skirting boards in the middle of a home renovation will whip his jeans down around his legs and ravage you in a fit of passion yet still possesses with enough common decency to blow that load out on an easy wipe tile floor.
but as you, his carpentry apprentice, thrown to the floor and torn 'a new one' the brutal romance is shattered by the sight Barbie's first ghetto blaster in the background blasting hits of the 70s, 80s and 90s
that shit don't fly
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