Silly headline, sweet little song,* content is essentially unrelated.
It only gets sadder from here on in, Ma’am. You don’t mind if I call you Ma’am, I hope? Ma’am. |
She can wait. Hours, days, weeks. Whatever it takes. And you’re not going anywhere, obviously. |
Maybe I’m just trying to demonstrate that I’m not one of those guys who just thinks about his penis the whole time, you know? |
It’s cheaper than domme session rates, but only slightly – and much more intense. |
Don’t ask her about the bad experience. She’s been able to move on. |
* But not as sweet as the one from Butterflies.