It happens. A lot. A juicy, wet kitty filling my night with pleasure and wild abandon. I said here, kitty. Cum here. You know there's NOTHING like that sweet lump of tender loin, filling my hand with the sweet, tangy nectar I firmly, gently rubbed out from your warm, pulsing G-spot, coating my throat, don't ya? Now turn over for me. Right here.
Truthfully, I Dream of Pussy. A lot. The only problem is, gone when I awake, it's just me, my wet dick, and Five Fingered Sally. Until next time.