now given a few lines from the blog I wanted to be Fassbinder. Lines which I have a fetish .... poetic, poetic ... but ....
The gently slid two fingers in the orifice.
Initially I knew not to provoke pleasure, indeed, but slowly the walls became more humid and it was easier, at least for me.
He complained, issued weak incomprehensible sounds.
began to go deeper, more and more.
I wanted to make her feel good.
now my knuckles were inside her, throughout their length.
finally threw up.
