Steak and BJ Day – A short short story

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Steak and BJ Day – A short short Story

B. Manwhore – The Steak was Overcooked but the BJ was Raw

Story by Moctezuma Johnson

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“Honey, what’s this book you have here?”

“What book? I didn’t leave any book.”

“You sure? Black book with red trim? Picture of a buxom bimbo on the front kneeling in front of a man in a suit? It says it’s by B. Manwhore. You know him?”

“Never heard of him.”

Curious as I always was, I flipped open the pages and will never be the same. I guess this is what some feel when they peruse the work of Moctezuma Johnson, like their virginity itself had been raped viciously, and that’s what I felt upon opening the heavy satin pages of this discarded smutpunk. When I opened the pages, I smelled the distinct odor of vanilla as dust puffed out the book.

“Where did it come from?” I called out to my wife.

“If you want to talk, come in here. I’m sick of yelling across the apartment.”

My wife was never any help in my rambling curiosity, but I was sure I had not left any book here on the table beside the couch. I would remember a red and black satin cover like this too. This was new. It was beautiful.

I flipped through the pages and will try to summarize what I saw and read. My mouth hung open as I read. I felt so excited that I could feel the muscles behind my balls aching they were working so hard. It was a bizarre feeling but it was also great. I was sweating at the upper lip, my legs were shaking, and my heart was beating fast.

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In the book was a gorgeous woman with smooth skin, big phat butt cheeks that any renaissance sculptor would be dying to carve in stone, and steely piercing blue eyes. This woman with the cold eyes of a killer was there and my wife, the one who had never seen this book, was hugging her. My wife was a good looking woman, she kept herself yoga fit and this other woman’s caramel hands squeezed by wife’s fine booty and then their tongues came together. The sharp tip of the woman’s tongue met my wife’s tongue and then disappeared in her mouth. They kissed ravenously and then a voice told the caramel hands to take my wife’s top off. If you are wondering how I could be sure it was my wife in this book, rest assured it was easy. They called her by her name, Jisoo, and the book was live. As I looked at it I saw it. It was really happening in my mind, like a memory. It was better than TV or Movie or Netflix or Youtube. It was realer. And Smutpunker. And as Deliza kissed my wife’s big Asian tits I saw her beauty mark right on the side boob. Behind the two women enlaced in foreplay was a man standing in front of a stove. He was B. Manwhore. Nobody knew what the B. stood for. They all called him B. Maybe he had a white-boy name like Brent or Bryan, or maybe it was more exotic like Booker or Belaji. Anyway, B. Manwore was a big man of nondescript background. He may have been white, he may have been Latino, maybe he was from the Middle East. It was hard to tell but he was commanding. He watched the girls get each other hot, kissing, necking, sucking on each others tits. Deliza’s breasts were magnificent. They were big and squishy yet still firm even though they were much bigger than my wife’s pair. Deliza held them around Jissoo’s face and kissed her cleavage and all the ample side boob that squashed around Jisoo’s eye cavity and nose. Jisoo was drowning in big black boobs and loving it. She was fingering her pussy and B. Manwhore was grinning from ear to ear. He lowered his pants and a massive cock popped out. It was like a bean stalk. It was so big it must have had different area codes. He winked at me, I guess he knew I was watching through the book. He snapped his fingers and the girls stopped sucking on each other and obediently kneeled in front of Manwhore. The more he controlled by wife and this other delicious woman the more aroused I became. I liked seeing Jisoo under the sexual hypnosis of another man. I was at once jealous and excited. My stomach was racing with emotions.

My wife watched as Deliza struggled to get half his massive dick into her throat. Manwhore handed my wife two steaks off the frying pan. As Deliza tried to suck his massive dick my wife obediently fed Manwhore steak, animalistically. He ate the whole slap by ripping piece by piece out of my wife’s delicate hands. The Manwhore was a beast.

Finally, after he had jizzed on Deliza’s shaved slit. Deliza sat on the kitchen table while my wife licked his cum off of her. Meanwhile she was on her hands and knees, offering herself to him. He took her from behind and made her scream. My wife throws her head back when she cums. Her breasts were shaking, her ass was spread, and Manwhore pounded her pussy hard and deep from behind. Jisoo had licked up all the cum from Deliza’s shaved snatch and that’s when Manwhore pushed all the way inside of her hard and held his dick up there. Jisoo threw her head back and moaned.

I closed the book. I was sweating profusely. I stood up and looked at the stove. There were two pans with the fatty remnants of a steak being cooked.

“Honey? Did you cook a couple of steaks today?”

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THE END

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Lesbian Rimming Slant from the Choose Your Own Kink SEXcapade Story

In the original scene, you were a dude licking ass but then it occurred to me thanks to the popular searches for “lesbian rimming” and “lesbian gunge play” that land you wonderful folk onto my page daily that I owed it to you fans to alter the gender.

Lesbian Rimming: Get up in there and bury your nose in her ass and inhale

You’ve have arrived at this wonderful, weird little Choose Your Own Kink story having already chosen Option A (<<Go Back)

It’s such a gorgeous ass that you just get up in there. You love licking ass. Your not one of these anal (phrasing!) types who minds getting dirty. You’ll get up in there tongue first and enter ass. You have loved licking ass for many years. The first time was drunk and the girl looked good and you just dove in and ever since you love it. It’s not quite a fetish but it turns you on. It makes your stomach churn, in a good way. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up. It makes your pores open, your heart beat faster, and your palms sweat when your tongue touches anus and presses forward. You hold each ass cheek in each hand and the chocolatey butty cheeks press against your face cheeks. Your nose is buried up her crack and you like it. You want to take a nap while up her asshole. You’ve napped during sex before so there’s no judgement here. It’s just comfy. Your spine is in a really natural position and her anus is opening like a flower blooming. She’s opening up to you, to your tongue, to your fetish. Well, not fetish but near-fetish. Nobody would call you an ass-licker but here you are face down in an ass licking it while the girl attached to the ass is face down having her ass licked. By you. I’m not sure what else to call you. Look at you! You’re dripping wet and you’re not even fingering yourself. Your juices are busting past your panties like a levee broke. Your hard nipples are trembling with desire. You stop licking G-strung’s ass and inhale! Deeply. It smells divine.

You have another choice to make. Now you can…

  1. …Fuck her ass

  2. …Jizz on the anus then lick it off and leave

  3. …have her shit on you! or fake shit on you!

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If you love funny porno erotica and lesbian rimming then you will love Moctezuma Johnson’s writing. See all of his works listed at the SMUTPUNK BIBLIOGRAPHY.

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A lesbian rimming and gunge section of the Choose your own Kink SEXcapade

Public Cum Tits: Asian MILF is just Mad for Jizz

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PUBLIC CUM TITS: “Mad For Jizz” — An excerpt fromfrom Bored To Tears by My Asian Husband

This excerpt is from Chapter Four

“Mad for Jizz” – The Public Cum on Tits Story about an Asian MILF and a virile Latino with a big cock

I was riding the subway across Seoul when I noticed this strait-laced older woman across the train sitting upright with her back arched and chin up. She was middle-aged and prim. Her blouse collar went all the way to the neck, like she was a 1660 Puritan. Her mind had to be all hopped up on Confucianism. She sat upright even as the subway car shook. Me? I was slouched like a teenager. She never slouched. She kept her head and neck up. She could be a posture-double for the Queen of England. She looked at me as I checked her out. She had a banging body. Big, I mean big tits, and shapely waist. She wore a beige pencil skirt and white blouse with high collar. She had long legs. Her purse was on her lap, expertly blocking any view into her private area. When I looked up to make eye contact, she looked away. Hot. The subway stopped and I took out my Korean Language Learning book. She looked up at it and stood up. She sat beside me and said, “You’ll never learn with that book. It’s no good.”

I was taking class to learn the local language, something few expats do around here.

We got out of the subway on the next stop and sat on a wood bench and chatted. Trains passed occasionally. She was pretty uptight. She didn’t have social grace as much as she was simply cautious. She never slouched for the entire talk that must have been half an hour. It seemed to me her nature was cautious, like she didn’t totally trust herself, felt she needed to curtail her inner dialogue, needed to respect the person she was with by not saying much. She must have been treated badly by somebody.mad-for-jizz-milfdd-cum5

We made a date and met at a posh area in the Seoul. She wore a blue dress that showed off her big fake tits and augmented ass. This area had a department store nearby and a park outside. It was a part of Seoul that had been redeveloped after the prosperity. The stairwell we took to the shops was clean. We were going to a chain restaurant called Mad for Garlic. Koreans love this kind of restaurant. I think of it as a glorified McDonald’s.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“No? Then why are we going to eat?” I saw the top flesh of her tits and wanted to grab it, to suck on it.

“I thought you would want to. Americans always eat.”

“We do other things sometimes,” I said. My cock was getting hard in my pants. I was imagining pumping it through those tits.

“Then how do you keep your belly?”

“Do you know the expression to put your foot in your mouth?”

“Does it mean hungry?” she asked.

“Do you want a lesson?”

She nodded.

“Kneel down and I’ll show you.” I had yet to even touch this woman on the hand and now I was pushing her down to her knees by her shoulder. She kneeled and looked up at me. She still held one hand out so her purse would dangle from her elbow primly.

This was the fun of dating a prim Asian woman. I would be getting nowhere and then suddenly get my dick sucked. Other days, I would just learn a Korean word and go home and jerk it. It was a total crapshoot.

I put my hand into her curly hair at the back of her head and hooked onto her head. I pushed my body against her so my cock, still in the pants, pushed against her. I saw her eyes go wide. That’s when I whipped it out. She let out a little scream of surprise. I shoved her to it with both my hands pushing the back of her head degradingly toward my balls. I pushed until her lipsticked lips hit my ball sack. We made eye contact. I saw the humiliation and hunger in her eyes. I ripped her dress down and one fake massive tit jumped out over her the folded down fabric that clung to her midriff. I ravaged her mouth. I defiled her tonsils. I disgraced her throat. Then I tenderly kissed her lips with my clean-shaven, white balls. I pulled my smoking gun out of her mouth. She gasped for breath. “Oh my god, you’re so big and rough.”

I pawed at her big fake tit. “You’re so big and fake.”

I molested her big titties, one inside the dress and the other hanging out. The nipple hardened and she looked down at it. “Feel good?” I said as I flicked her nipple. Her face was red as a radish. “Yes, and I’m shameful,” she said. “I shouldn’t let you do anything to me like this.” She leaned her head back in pleasure as I continued to tease her nipple. “Am I your girlfriend?”

I overwhelmed her mouth by dipping my balls into it, debasing her image in front of my eyes, tainting her prim MILF purity. This Korean bitch thought a lot of herself which meant she thought nothing of herself and was now acting out that insecurity-complex by kneeling on the landing before me and nibbling the testicles dipped into her mouth with her tits out. She turned away and I grabbed her head in one hand and rubbed my meaty dick on her face with the other. I tarnished her well-done hair and made clumps stick to her forehead and strands go into her eye. I looked down at her and spit on her face. She closed her mouth tightly. I pushed my cockhead against her lips but she wouldn’t open. I kept rubbing my cock on her face, ruining her mascara, dripping precum and spit onto the tip of her flat nose. I stopped and admired her. She was a disheveled mess. “You look really pretty, Hyeon Mi.”

She looked mortified. She looked up at me with a strange look. I saw her mouth open a bit and jammed my hard cock into her mouth. I heard something behind me and turned to see another couple in the stairway. The girl was staring at Hyeon Mi and I. The guy was trying to pull her back, but she was mesmerized. She was staring. Hyeon Me went red. Even her chest was red, not just her cheeks. I took advantage by fucking her throat. She was protesting, I think, and emitting that mphhhhhhhhhhhh mphhhhhh humming sound with each thrust.

The woman looked from behind and above me at my cock facefucking my Korean MILF. She was a voyeur. She got closer and watched, leading her man by the hand.

She wasn’t bad looking. She was in short shorts flaunting great legs. She wore a backpack and was likely a Chinese tourist from Hong Kong, Singapore, or Malaysia because she spoke in a beautiful English accent: “Mind if I have a watch?”

Hyeon Mi had frozen and was now putty in my hands. I used her throat as a pizza maker uses dough, as an alcoholic uses whisky, as a diabetic uses sugar, as a white, big-dicked, sex addict uses a divorced, lonely, over-forty Korean MILF. I felt Hyeon Mi’s throat around my cockhead, and her lips squeeze the root of my dick. “Please do,” I said politely to the Chinese tourist and then let Hyeon Mi breathe again.

The tourist took my words to heart. She unbuttoned her shorts. Her hand was now in her panties rubbing away at her clit as my dick towered over the kneeling MILF.

“You have a great dick,” the tourist said to me. “You’re lucky.”

I played with Hyeon Mi’s big tit as she caught her breath.

“Ok, baby, that’s enough,” the tourist’s husband said to her. “Let’s go.”

“I want to watch them finish. Will you shoot it on her face or tits?” she asked me.

I grabbed Hyeon Mi by the neck and pushed her down onto the root of my dick again. Her arms flailed as she got gagged again. “Where would you like?” I said to the tourist.

She smiled. She was pretty. Her husband was looking all around like a nervous nellie.

“On her big tits.” Her hips writhed as she said it like sexual energy was controlling her now.

Hyeon Mi’s throat muscles were all around my cock. I pushed it deeper into her, until I was out of cock. She had taken it all. “You’ve totally deepthroated me, you dirty slut!” I said to the cocksucking, red-faced MILF. I was ready to cum. My balls tightened. I wanted to just hold Hyeon M down and let her throat milk out my jizz but this girl wanted to see a cum party and I wasn’t about to disappoint this cute little hard-up tourist. I pulled my cock out of that glorious, tormented throat. Her big fake tit was flopping over her dress, the other tit was still in the blue fabric. Being watched and deepthroated had my balls working overtime, so the cumshot was an absolute deluge. Thick, globule shots dripped out of my dick and onto her fake tits. It looked like ice cream sliding down her breast. Then my next shots were uncontrollable rockets that landed in the nape of Hyeon Mi’s neck, on her tit, in her cleavage, and into the blue fabric of her dress. I always cum a lot but this was insane. It was a total onslaught, a cum-blitz right in front of two strangers, one of whom was now moaning as she rubbed herself. “Cover those tits,” she said in between two loud orgasmic moans.

My last shots were quite watery and really completed the staining of the MILF’s dress. She was a total cum-swamp. I pushed her big tits together and all the cum pooled in her cleavage. Then I pulled her tits apart and watched the webby cum stretch between them. I noticed that the horny pussy-rubbing tourist’s husband had a camera. “Take a picture of those cum webs,” I instructed.

The female tourist said something to the male tourist in Chinese and sure enough he came over and snapped a few photos. “Get up close. Get her nipples. Get one with her tits and her face, too.” He clicked a last photo and walked back to his wife, who was done finishing herself off. “Get his email so you can send them,” she admonished her man.

Hyeon Mi was a cascade of cum. It was like a cum-cloudburst had erupted onto her. She was still totally red in the face. I don’t think I ever noticed that a woman could stay embarrassed for so long. The funny thing was, the humiliation had just begun.

After trading emails, while some of my cum-spate trickled off Hyeon Mi and onto the ground, I lifted the blue flap of dress over her cum-drenched tit and tried to fix her up the best I could. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, glued with spit and pre-cum. Her bust was totally stained with cumshots. The tit that was out was now making her dress dark as the dress soaked up the semen avalanche that was released from her tits.

“I cannot go in there like this,” Hyeon Mi said.

“You have to. I’m hungry. Don’t you remember, Americans are always hungry?

I grabbed her hand and led her forward. “Don’t you want a boyfriend, Hyeon Mi?”

Her hand was sweaty. I opened the door to the restaurant. Luckily for her, it was dark inside. The hostess looked right at her bust and gave a wry smile. She led us to a table. We walked past many tables with people. There were lots of glances, chuckles, and whispering. The hostess wisely seated us in a private nook in the corner. I couldn’t tell what Hyeon Mi was feeling, she was stoic. I reached under her dress and found that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her pussy was sopping wet from her own avalanche of pussy juice. “Hyeon Mi, you little slut!”

She smiled at me. “Come on, let’s order, we need to feed that massive appetite.”

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Read “Mad For Jizz” and other short stories from the full book Bored To Tears by My Asian Husband

 

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she’s kneelingeud-292759-present_a_facefuck-eachasscheeklookslikeasperm

her necklace is beautiful

the sun is catching the silver

flashing it into my eyes

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it’s saying to get her tonsils

 

she’s kneeling

beside the convention hall

where we had queued up before

now cars amble by

people on bikes are across the highway

by the Hudson river

a helicopter takes off nearby

 

she’s kneeling

her fit ass looks hot

and round sitting on her heels

“that’s it, babe. Deep.”

Her necklace is beautiful

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Her throat muscles

milk out the cumshot

I shoot some into her mouth

pull out and shoot more

right onto the smutpunk necklace

we both smile

 

she’s kneeling with my cum

on her necklace

gooily hanging

and we are happy

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Poem: Thinking of Paige while facefucking Liz || #LPRTG #EARTG

Thinking of Paige while facefucking Liz

i pulled her hair
pounded
her whore mouth
while half-asleep

i thought of my new
bartender, her sultry
hot ass, big tits
big lips

while Liz got face fucked

Liz stopped

lifted up off her knees
pulled her shorts and underwear down
i shoved her back down
to her knees
to my cock
“suck it, Paige!”
“Paige?” she asked
before mphhhhhhhhhhhing
over big cock
“she’s my new, hot bartender.”
“my sister!?”
i unloaded a big creamy load
that she snarfed
shooting jizz out her mouth
around my cock
with some even dripping out her nose
“yes, her.”

Short short: “Who doesn’t like an Anal Creampie? #LPRTG #ANAL

Who doesn’t like an anal cream pie?

I mean, seriously. You fuck your girl, sitting on the edge of the bed, she is reverse cowgirl and your cock obliterates her asshole, stretching her open like a grocery bag stuffed with boxes of tissues. She grunts as you fuck her ass. She pushes her ass all the way back at first but then goes down less and less. The more you sodomize her the more you realize your cock’s not going as deep in tumblr_no71xmypGu1u77rjno1_1280anymore. You pull it out. Your turn her around. You look at your cock and then her. She shakes her head. Your grab her by the hair and push her down. You make her gag on it. This gets her spit all over the head, the shaft, the root, the balls. Her face betrays that she’s disgusted that she has become the type who will eat ass off of cock. You bask in the debasement of your whore. You turn her back around and pummel her asshole. It now slips all the way in until your balls bang her cunt-lips. You are fully devouring her now de-flowered ass. She is yours forever.

You fully unload every last drop of your cum into her ass. You empty your balls up her waiting, pimped-out asshole.

You watch her push the cum out.

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in love with her big tits

there’s nothing

like a big pair,

is there?

nothing like

when she shakes

her shoulders

and they bang

into your face

nothing like jizzing

in her mouth

and watching

her drip your cum

down onto her pink

nipples

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Click the Waffle House to Read the Poem written for a Goddess Fan

 

Thank you, sir. Please cum again.

we’ve never met before

but choose a waffle house

as our rendezvous

cause coffee and hash browns

are sexy

she waits standing with her ass

against a table

she works there

she’s the manager, closing

i came in the door she’s left unlocked

as soon as I see her

i throw her down

as soon as i see her

her panties are off

at her ankles

with her jean shorts

her shoulders are pinned

her legs are up

over my shoulders

both her hands are under her ass

offering her cunt to me

but i spit on it

instead spike cock up her ass

the lights are on and anyone driving by can see

the sexy glasses wearing manager

getting fucked with laminated menus

sticking to her sweaty naked back

with her tank top up and her titties shaking

nipples jiggling on top like a cherry on gelatin

she’s grunting and moaning

holding her ass up for my pleasures

I reach down and take her aface and say,

“You’re a delicious whore,”

and slap her hard across the face

her asshole clenches and coaxes out my cum

right up her asshole

her nipples bloom

a moan slips out from her gorgeous mouth

I pull my cock and before the cum leaks out

I tap her ass with a buttplug

“Hold my cum inside you,” I say.

Then I lower my face to her bald cunt

and lick her clit

Her knees close on me

her pussy is my late night waffle snack

I leave my tongue flat against it

I don’t move it

she kind of grinds her clit against my immobile tongue

while I reach up and grab her tits

I rub them then pull the nipples

then reach for the tabasco and steak sauce

I dump both on her clit and go back to licking

getting that sour steak sauce to tame her cunt

getting that spicy tabasco to enrage her cunt

she moans and her hips quake

she grabs my head and pushed me so hard

i swim in her cuntlips and my nose is against her clit

before i regain my bearings and let her rub her clit to orgasm

shaking, shrieking, waffle house orgasm

right there on the table

her body flails like a fish out of water

until her hands drop her own ass

down to the table with a thud

i crash into the booth

pants still down

she rolls over and lowers her mouth onto my cock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choose your own SEXcapade Mash Up Piece: G-strung | Choose your own kink | #LPRTG

CHOOSE YOUR OWN SEXCAPADE™ is a pulpy erotic read about you and for you in which you can choose what happens next

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Instructions: Just go ahead and read G-strung’s Custard Parade as you would any other book but when the main character “you” is left with some choices click the link to the choice you would most likely choose and then follow to the next part. If a choice you would love to make is missing, let me know in the comments below and I’ll scribble it down. This is an extensive, labyrinthine preview. Click here to Pre-Order the Complete Choose Your Own Kink SEXcapade by Moctezuma Johnson completely FREE. Let’s begin, huh? 

G-strung’s Custard Parade

Your dick is out in your hand. It’s big but not fully hard. You know you have a big dick because when you’re not hard all the excess skin that will stretch out when the hormones fire and the blood flows is bunched up from under the mushroom head all the way back to the root, where the balls hang out like steroid-laced raisins. You pull the mushroom head and all that bunched up skin stretches. The blood is starting to flow. That’s because of who lies in front of you.

G-strung, as you all called her, was paid beforehand (they said) and lying face down on the white tile floor with her brown skin tight, taut, and hella fine. She was lying face down with her head in her hands. She was kicking her toes into the floor and laughing into her hands. She was cute a pink glittery button. No joke. She was. Her smile was the shit poets write about when sober. Her ass cheeks were two scoops of chocolate ice cream. If god gave out sample of her ass in little pink plastic spoons, damn, god would be popular. I don’t mean this American right wing popular I mean there would be lines trying to get in like heaven was a Haagen Dazs on a humid August day in Brooklyn. G-string was making a giggling and whining sound at the same time. The walls were white. She was feeling like she was in an insane asylum. She was kicking her toes into the ground like she couldn’t take it anymore. You thought she may have been cold, or too stoned. You looked down on her, not because she was brown and you were white. You were no racist and had dated Asians, Latinas, and other races, religions, and groupies for rival bands and sports teams before. You were open minded. They said you’d fuck anything with a pulse. You were that type, they said. They called you Sticky Rice, cause you liked Asian Chicks and admittedly jerked off rampantly. You were proud of it. Porn wasn’t something you hid. Anyway, although it wasn’t pejorative you did look down on G-strung. You looked down on her because she was lying on the floor with her beautiful ass smiling at you and you were standing over her. You had to look down at her. Now, you had to decide what to do next. You had choices. She was already paid, they assured you, and all yours. You had to take her. You could take her any which way you wanted. They say the world is your oyster, right? She was your clam. Here were your choices:

 

Choose your own SEXcapade © 2015 by Moctezuma Johnson 

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