I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!
