omfg
 

"O.M.F.G.," --- as in, once in a while, I simply lose all control at twenty-five or six to four in the morning, get a hard-on luxuriating at finger-sweeping-on some Cover Girl foundation like a complete slut with my front blinds open to the street and playing with the maybelline I borrowed from Bree the semi-cute hottie at the Chevron, sip the last of the Natty Ice, fresh-shave, fingertip-smear a double dose of that wonderful slick 1% testosterone creme into my ball sac & taint & anus, tuck my cute butt in, tuck it in just a little harder, and then JUUUST a skoash harder, and (thinking of being gang-mo'd at 10, discovering glory holes at 13, and hotass-fingered at 15) harder--and, thinking of you, you shallow-breathing middle-aged slut, I squeeze my butt-hole even harder--wipe in a little tiny bit more blush and pale lip gloss, log off Redtube because all of a sudden it's light outside and, reluctantly, say if you haunt Hilfiker no questions asked no tales told. Whip drip zip splash n dash o yeh..