Life Could Be A Dream...

Life Could Be A Dream... by Sub-Routine

It's another early morning browsing Milovana for new teases, searching up sexy temptresses to top off your weekend with a few stroking instructions. 100, 200, 300... just rationing your strokes until you pop off, regardless of whether or not you've gained permission. After all, you've held off the whole week. Still, today nothing stimulates you. You can barely seem to count, and the girls all run together in your mind... You manage to edge once or twice, then decide to zip up and try again in the evening. Maybe you'll be more aroused by then. For now, you decide to go for a walk. You leave the girl on your laptop and hit the street, for the first time in a long time.