Your hands moving over her body, caressing her as your bodies move towards the bed in a tangle of passion. You unzip and unhook the various items of clothing on her body, and they slip away, revealing her shapely body. She lays down on the bed, seductively parting her legs to reveal her warm, waiting p***. She wants you. She craves you. She needs you. Grabbing you by the buckle of your belt, she pulls you towards her, removing your belt and slowly unzipping your fly. She reaches into your boxers to grab your hardened member ... only, it's not. It's flacid and barely showing any sign of life at all.

Has this happened to you? Have passionate moments ended abruptly in disappointment like this for you, too? (...)

öhm ... no, tamra, not really ...

junkmail wird immer origineller.

eine stunde später aufstehen, einheizen! (ist doch wahr, ich frier da doch nicht am 3. JUNI in der wohnung rum), den kaffee im bett trinken und trotzdem noch eine halbe stunde früher anfangen.

hat was, bei dem sauwetter nicht raus müssen.