How did it go? The guy with whom I had been amused last night, calls me ***ay to see if I can not get around to do something to him (of course, he wanted to pimp me) because his old man was very exhausted and slightly roasted by the strong sun , so she had to prescribe a lunchtime. Apparently, his "Suff-lust" had not yet passed, and he just needed a wet replacement pussy, but that would not be a real Ibiza holiday without at least once strange to fuck: D, ghhghghgh