My chapped lips rubbed against each other as I stair at the man I love : David Cameron. We walk back to 10 Downing Street.... and things start to get frisky! Woo I've been waiting all day for this bad boy. we walk into his house and stumble past the other MPs. As we climb the stairs and enter his bedroom (filled with past prime minister posters) he ferociously pinned me against his Tony Blair poster, and roughly kissed my chapped lips. He threw me onto his single bed and I pulled down his pressed tighty whiteys, to reveal a 20 inch cock "yum yum" I said. He put as much cock as he could inside of me and we made sweet sweet love.
