Cockteaser's Letter (illustrated letter)
I was willing to bet that Ken would not stop fantasizing about the exact hue and shade of my nipples or the steamy warmth of Miss Puss. Indeed, he continued to stare with self-pity at the never-never land between my legs.
I mused to myself that Ken was in such a state of desperation that even if he were able to find an agreeable woman, the odds were great that the first pleasurable sensations of juicy tightness would cause a premature ejaculation.
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