
Tale no. 3: Del Mar Sunshine
My lips start to tingle – the current of a kiss begging to close the circuit. In last week’s lesson from the Pick Up Artist scriptures, I learned that when
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My lips start to tingle – the current of a kiss begging to close the circuit. In last week’s lesson from the Pick Up Artist scriptures, I learned that when
How much should I direct them, anyway?
Now I get up in my head – I wonder if they want me to mold them into a pice of art
Technique is like vodka.
The better it is, the less you notice it.
With Ashley, I didn’t taste the vodka at all.
I taste her, through my cock
Goddamn…. The light loves Beth. My camera does, too.
These images are damn near flawless.
Flawless in the first few frames? Fuck! We are going to have a
After arriving at her apartment in downtown Denver, I unloaded my car and set up a makeshift studio in her apartment, and we commenced the shoot. My palms were sweaty.