Dude. Way too young. Not cool.
I need some granny hotness, and no one here has the balls -- the balls, dammit -- to make it "their signature thing," something they are known for, and an area of sexplay they are more than happy to share secrets, tips, and great vacation spots.
Instead we got coeds. Dear god in heaven if I never see another coed in my life....
Look. I get it. I used to have them crawling in and out of my bed and I just called them all sweetheart.
But I want some greybeard action. I want the drapes to match the carpets. I need snaggleteeth, continency problems, but a body that won't quite and skin so crepe-like you can see their organs if you stand em in from of the window.
Ok, I better cool down. I guess I'll just look at Trexller's usual fare. Nothing is more of a turn off to a grizzled veteran of sex like miyself, than some pouty kid who probably doesn't even know how to do a respectable Phoenix Trolley.
Ask yer great-grandma about the Phoenix Trolley. That's where you make this tooting sound with a bunch of people inside you. Phoenix used to be known for trolley cars.
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