“Wow” I thought to myself, “I did it again!”. In less than a week I managed to make first Mini Barbie and now Siren, fall desperately in love with me. I thought back to Sirens greeting just inside the door of Sweet VIPs. I recalled how her initial placeholder smile of salutation was instantly converted into a look of primal uncontrollable desire as I drew closer.
Then it dawned on me, the cause of her indomitable sensual cravings....
Prior to my departure this morning, I splashed on the greatest aphrodisiac known to humankind....
HAI KARATE COLOGNE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0aki2IHCZs
This diabolical love potion has been slowly fermenting in its glass prison since the mid 1970s, insidiously becoming stronger in potency with each passing decade.
Then I released it.... poor Siren, she did not stand a chance.
Aggressively pulling me by the hand, she let me through the incalls hallway, occasionally looking back at me with a feral, hungry look. Upon entering the room she closed the door, then pounced upon me. The next 1.5 hours were a blur as she proceeded to wield my tool as her own personal sexual implement.
At first I asked her if we could talk for a while... maybe even cuddle a bit. This attempt to dam the inevitable tsunami of her desire failed miserable. Siren kissed me with the desperate passion of a condemned woman, all the while groping at my sex, priming it for her various oracifes.
Surprisingly, having your spleen sucked through your penis is actually far more pleasurable then it sounds.
When she had sated her oral fixation she decided it was time to mount me. I tried to gently hug her (in an attempt to slow her down). Trust me, Siren is extremely proficient in a particular type of martial arts that counter-acts any effort to restrain her. Siren rode me harder then Willie Shoemaker on the final stretch, greedily extracting every bit of pleasure my body would provide her. Like a blow-up-doll, she manipulated me into various positions (all in an effort to maximize the level of her carnal satisfaction). Thoroughly pounded, I felt like Rocky Balboa after his first fight against Clubber Lang.
When it was all over I told her I felt dirty (so very, very dirty). She threw me a warm, wet facecloth and informed me she was done with me.
I felt so used (so WONDERFULLY used!).
Having learned my lesson, I stopped off at a drugstore and picked up an eye dropper. This way I can carefully mete out future doses of Hai Karate.
S.P.
PS:
Siren looks better than ever as her extensive daily workout regimen has definitely paid dividends. She features even more shapely haunches and has a wonderfully tapered swimmers physique. I am not making excuses or anything but between this, her martial arts and those hypnotic blue/gray eyes, I never stood a chance.
Then it dawned on me, the cause of her indomitable sensual cravings....
Prior to my departure this morning, I splashed on the greatest aphrodisiac known to humankind....
HAI KARATE COLOGNE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0aki2IHCZs
This diabolical love potion has been slowly fermenting in its glass prison since the mid 1970s, insidiously becoming stronger in potency with each passing decade.
Then I released it.... poor Siren, she did not stand a chance.
Aggressively pulling me by the hand, she let me through the incalls hallway, occasionally looking back at me with a feral, hungry look. Upon entering the room she closed the door, then pounced upon me. The next 1.5 hours were a blur as she proceeded to wield my tool as her own personal sexual implement.
At first I asked her if we could talk for a while... maybe even cuddle a bit. This attempt to dam the inevitable tsunami of her desire failed miserable. Siren kissed me with the desperate passion of a condemned woman, all the while groping at my sex, priming it for her various oracifes.
Surprisingly, having your spleen sucked through your penis is actually far more pleasurable then it sounds.
When she had sated her oral fixation she decided it was time to mount me. I tried to gently hug her (in an attempt to slow her down). Trust me, Siren is extremely proficient in a particular type of martial arts that counter-acts any effort to restrain her. Siren rode me harder then Willie Shoemaker on the final stretch, greedily extracting every bit of pleasure my body would provide her. Like a blow-up-doll, she manipulated me into various positions (all in an effort to maximize the level of her carnal satisfaction). Thoroughly pounded, I felt like Rocky Balboa after his first fight against Clubber Lang.
When it was all over I told her I felt dirty (so very, very dirty). She threw me a warm, wet facecloth and informed me she was done with me.
I felt so used (so WONDERFULLY used!).
Having learned my lesson, I stopped off at a drugstore and picked up an eye dropper. This way I can carefully mete out future doses of Hai Karate.
S.P.
PS:
Siren looks better than ever as her extensive daily workout regimen has definitely paid dividends. She features even more shapely haunches and has a wonderfully tapered swimmers physique. I am not making excuses or anything but between this, her martial arts and those hypnotic blue/gray eyes, I never stood a chance.
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so many girls, so little time
