I can beleieve we are fina going to meet. I sit in the hotel room full of anticipation. My desires my dreams, they are all replaced with anxiety as the key to the handle to the motel door begins to turn. I put my beer down and stand off the bed, my hard cock already visible. In that last moment before the door opens I hope I do not offend.
All my worries, however, are suddendly wisked away by your beasuty. You stand in the door dressed as a true antebellum beasuty. We do not speak but had right into each others arms