This world is sometimes too beautiful.
Last night I made love to a Chechnyan man under the sparkling moon. His cock was that of legend, almost representing the large dominant cock that looms in society. The conch shell between my legs that I like to refer to as my cunt, quivered. Cunt, cock, I love those words, they spew power. I could taste the crimson as we pulsed together. He came with beautiful force. It was like he understood everything about me and could dissect all of my emotions even I had difficulties understanding. Then I pooped my pants a little bit.