I was drinking at this Moroccan joint one night where there was a belly dancer performing. I was enjoying the show until I noticed her dark happy trail; like a gorilla's arm struggling to pull her bellybutton back into her skirt.
Immediately I thought, "Eww, gross", but then I realized I was already halfway to Bonertown on the PreCum Express. I had to confess that maybe I kind of liked it...
So you can imagine why now, my boner is fighting my right thigh for legroom like my pants were the Gaza Strip.
Immediately I thought, "Eww, gross", but then I realized I was already halfway to Bonertown on the PreCum Express. I had to confess that maybe I kind of liked it...
So you can imagine why now, my boner is fighting my right thigh for legroom like my pants were the Gaza Strip.
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