Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
I’ve been dating this guy on the side who has a son who still lives at home—a pale, virgin, wussy-looking manboy. I could tell he wasn’t getting laid because he never leaves the house. The poor little thing can’t even make eye contact with me. He shudders whenever I speak to him, like he’s cumming in his pants.
I decided if he was going to keep being a bump on the log and an unproductive member of society, I might as well turn him into a pussy free faggot for me.