PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
Taran was getting bored. We're talking seriously bored. The only women he could sink his claws into were those in their fourties with Sunday Morning Sex and nothing wild to offer him. There weren't very many who actually gave him any thrill; all the younger ones were disgustingly loyal to their partners and just weren't interested in his enticings. He dreaded his meeting with Luci; "where are my souls?" "Are you even trying, Taran?" "I thought better of you."
"Suck a chode, old man, spread your influence better. This isn't my fault." He muttered bitterly.
"Suck a chode, old man, spread your influence better. This isn't my fault." He muttered bitterly.