re: 12.12.18 LUNCH THREAD. Santa kidnapped Skillet Edition?

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ummm do you even know romance?

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Hmmm.....let me try.

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No Pecker Pete

Stormy Daniels

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pornhub thread

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brb

I have food porn

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Bon Nadal

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doesn't he play tennis?

Is it mature food?

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I can throw something together with aged cheese.

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Maybe you could make a Bellakini out of 70 yr old cheddar...

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pornhub thread

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that's how glenn frey died

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70 yr old

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nudes on reddit

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Brazilian Manhole

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i've seen hotter brazilian manholes on the quad

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ummm do you even know romance?

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Gates of heaven
Secret garden
Aching nethers
Quivering quim
Tender sex
Hidden rose
Fragrant tulips...

I can do this all day.



An excerpt from my best selling novella


A Chink In the Armor

The sound of crickets began their lilting refrain as Wang Hung Lo returned from the battle. He trudged to his tent, looking down at the mud and gore upon his tunic from a full day of spilling French blood. He thought of the curiousness of these Englishmen and then of his home, far to the East.

He drew back his tent flap to enter and was greeted with a sight that caused a stirring in his loins. Two women, clad only in lace which left little to the imagination, lay there upon his bedding. They arose in silence to greet him and let their lace fall to the floor. He smiled as they removed his armor, kissing his skin as his manhood grew ever stiffer under his breeches.

His eyes danced across their bodies, one with long, chestnut hair and olive skin, with firm, tight tits that sat up high, ready for action. The other was as pale as milk, with luxuriant red hair spilling down her shoulders to her breasts, like rivulets of flame. Hers were heavy and round, as big as ripe grapefruit with nipples the color of a dark bruise, glorious to behold. The sort of tits wars are started over.

Wang then stared curiously at their crotches, amazed that they were not all blurry, like as was with the women in his home country. Also not filled with squid tentacles or other such nonsense.

European women were certainly a treat in that sense...

From my latest book,
The Boobs of Cleavage Manor

And so he reached tenderly out to her, prying soft skin from the prison of her petticoat. Her bosom now free, the darkness of her nipple in stark contrast to her alabaster flesh. He grasped her breast. It was like a bag of wet sand, malleable yet firm.

His face contorted as he soiled his pantaloons. "Was it good for you?, he queried.