Ransom Writers Chat

[TheShaman]

Actually your dad is quite the expert at tonsil hockey.

[EyeDealIstic]

Actually, he gave my tonsils a taste of his trouser tartar sauce. It was delightful but I wanted a kiss before he left but he declined because I had his semen (HIS semen) still on my lower lip. I told him I would wash it off with some lavender oil but he left by the time I could finish my sentence. I was crying and the only way I could calm my quivering lip and seemingly endless tears was in the arms of multiple naked guys I was able to scramble together. I was so happy that the promise of sandwiches corona lite beers and my cute little pussie had those guys rush right over with boners.

Your tales of your recreational pasttimes are disturbing.