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i can't believe it....
he lied to me....i thought i was special but he lied. he WAS wearing something under the apron
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i rinse the lube off my hands when the butler walks in. humiliating. the butler is no doubt witnessing my very own personal soap opera with my love washing down the drain from my hands. i was supposed to get a heavy serving of his dude ranch and not the butler of all people witnesses my failures.
i leave. i notice the butler following me, likely out of concern.
i scream so high i sound like im on helium. i walked into the bedroom i was so excited. he was gonna be my dinner. my sweet steak dinner. but now i have to settle for lunch. russel crow. I storm out of the house. I have to take Ryan Gosling full name's car because the axle of my car is broken, but I have to get to Russell Crowe. on the way to his house, Russell called me and he invites me to a rock 'n' roll concert. Things couldn't be better. Ryan will be so jealous and not naked. he'll feel like cattle once I'm done with Russell he doesnt know whatll hit im. Ryan Gosling will sure be sorry once he sees the pictures of me and Russell Crowe on instagram.com. of course I'll have to acknowledge the elephant in the room. I don't even like Russell Crowe. I just want to see rotten gosling upset after what he did to me. I feel like that will make me feel better seeing his sad, wet, pathetic face. Even though I don't like him, Russell Crowe's tits.... those big beautiful tits.... I want to out my hands around them like a training bra.
thinking such erotic thoughts only made me yearn to highfive ryans ass. even with my horrid thoughts...i still have wholesome memories of watching the maltese falcon cuddled up with big ryan.
at the concert
ive met up woth russel and we sway back in forth together to the beautoful voice of adam levine maroon 5.
after the concert we head to russles home, my new home as far as im concerned. he leads me to the bed...i whip pht my
trusty ruler to properly measure his dick. "2.5 inches...that wont do" i know what i must do now: i mumble to myself. i give it a little squeeze and run out the door back to my wonderful goose.
on my run home, I have it in me to finally forgive his fashion disaster of wearing clothes. I run into Ryan guys's arms. He hugs me and says I'm sorry, baby girl. and with those words, a deep primal lust overtakes me and I body slam him into the mattress like a basketball. I buried my finger so far into his hair I feel his scalp. I had this man begging and pleading praying like he's at church. I flip him on to his stomach—face down, ass up, back arched. Not to brag, but I'm a first class fucker. I pull out the humble butt plug. The one with the omega tail... I love to see him wag. He moves his vulumtious, model-like ass side to side. Setting the mood, i turn on our sex playlist. Billy Joel serenades us. piano man starts playing. He starts swinging his assets to the beat and then I go sing it sing and then he goes. He takes care of himself and then I'm like bark it and then he starts barking the song I know he's the one to do it. I know he can do it with his beautiful non-smoking voice. My jizz goes everyone like confetti.i feel the sweet release of orgasm rip through me rygos wines beneath me.
James T Kirk signing off