I ARGUE WITH THIS GUY BUT I GET OFF ON IT!LOVE IT!

OH GROSS! Last poster .... You left out, "my 9 inch **!"

LOL

Argue with me, my sweet. Argue with me as I unbutton your blouse and cast it aside.
Argue with me as I unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor.
Argue with me as I lean over and kiss each perky ** one at a time.
Argue with me as I undo your pants and slip them off.
Argue with me as I drop to my knees and pull your ** down to your ankles.
Argue with me as you steady yourself with a hand on my shoulder and step out of them.
Argue with me as I hurriedly pull off my shirt and unhook my belt.
Argue with me as I pull off my jeans and underwear.
Argue with me as we stand naked in one another's presence.
Argue with me as you reach down and take my hard ** in your hand.
Argue with me as I take you in my arms, let my hand drop and caress your bare buttocks.
Argue with me as I bring my hand around to the front and probe the delicious tangle of pubic hair hiding your womanhood and feel the damp, warm promise beneath.
Argue with me as my ** throbs with desire and you feel yourself becoming wet with **.
Argue with me as we collapse into each other and ** frantically, our breath quickening, gasping......
Argue with me as I fall onto you and you spread your legs opening yourself to me as I gently massage your **, feeling the wet heat of your desire.
Argue with me as you guide my rigid, blood engorged ** into your hot, wet, **, the swollen head sinking into your essence.
Argue with me as I gently, but forcefully push down into you and your back arches as you moan aloud into my ear.
Argue with me as we begin to writhe and move in a sexual rhythm, bodies gleaming with sweat, my ** sliding back and forth inside you, throbbing.
Argue with me as our bodies slap together then move apart, my ** bouncing against your **, my pubic hair entangling with yours, my hands massaging your straining buttocks, your hand and fingers exploring the crack of my **, all the time moving, twisting, grasping.
Argue with me as you feel the muscles of my buttocks tighten and strain as I drive down into you again and again.
Argue with me as you lose yourself in a haze of hot liquid ** growing hotter, hotter.
Argue with me as you feel the ** begin to wash over and engulf you like a boiling tidal wave of passion, your head thrown back, eyes tightly closed, mouth open gasping.
Argue with me as my ** goes into a wild, blood pulsing spasm, as huge quantities of thick, hot ** explode into your body.
Argue with me as we relax, sighing, into each other, the sweat of passion still glistening on our naked bodies, my ** beginning to soften inside you, our juices, now mixed, gently ebbing out of you and oozing between your legs, down the crack of your ** and onto the sheet.
Argue with me.

Good day, my sweet.

LORD COCKSMAN.

^Jake wrote this.