it is now 3:26 am.....it has been hours....since i have glanced at the tv. but i know whats on and if someone came in and changed the channel i'd be pissed...i put a borrowed parliament to lips numb from the lotion i used to ungracefully stroke my cock for 3 hours, reaching a point of climax and stopping....then starting again to a new piece of ametuer gold on pornhub. its really hard to masterbate while to catch a predator is on in the backround, but i seem to muddle my way through it listening to the sick mind of a 50 year old man walking into a house to meet a 12 year old girl....only to be met by chris hansen.
flirting with girls online that i see in the real world on a regular basis. nothing seems real until i cum, then i immediately wish i could erase all things typed in the little magic box of shame, and regret soaks in like the ashes dropped on my bare chest...and the little driblets of cum that remain stick to my leg like my reputation sticks to the souless streets of hollywood...