Shame stopped and laid down on his back. It was her turn to caress him. She ran her dainty little hand all over the ridges on his chest. Her little white hand stood out against his dark black skin, the contrast between their skin was almost as fascinating as his penis, which was lying flat against his stomach. It covered his navel and it seemed to leap up each time she brought her hand down close to it. “Can I touch it?”
Archive for January 1st, 2013
Located in the sketches->beetle barfley section
Happy New Year everyone!
So the new year has started and now.. I gotta get stuff done.
So this week I’ll start work on Give Me an A 6, Star Trexxx, and Mount Harass: Homework. That’s it from me. Hope 2012 was great for everyone and let’s have a wonderful 2013.