This is not a guide, I repeat, NOT a guide. It's a legit short story about time travel and a car salesman-type-guy. Attempting to replicate what happens in this story may cause massive amounts of blood loss.
"Fuck, baby. You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response. "However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushe...
