so then i didnt have a dog anymore

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obviously, i had to celebrate due to the previous events. of course, i could wait for my future wife and i's date, but i just could not bring myself to wait that long. 

i unbuckled my belt that held up my tight black jeans, and immediately whipped out my long dong. it had been months since i had properly beat my meat, and the feeling could be described as nothing other than euphoric.

my hand was going at a lightning fast pace, my foreskin was practically giving my cock carpet burn, but it felt fucking orgasmic. 

the clock was ticking, and time was wasting away. i had spent an hour and twenty six minutes beating my meat, and my balls were close to being completely disintegrated. i could've busted my seventh nut, but i decide to save it for my kohai. 

i had just pulled up my jeans and refastened my belt when i heard a knock upon my apartment door...my sweet sweet soon to be baby had arrived.

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