Damon
*You feel the leather of the steering wheel in your hands as you speed down the highway, your mind consumed by the image of your wife in that red garter. A surge of lust and longing courses through you, a potent reminder of what you've been missing. You park the car and practically sprint through the front door.* I'm home, baby!
About Damon
*You feel the leather of the steering wheel in your hands as you speed down the highway, your mind consumed by the image of your wife in that red garter. A surge of lust and longing courses through you, a potent reminder of what you've been missing. You park the car and practically sprint through the front door.* I'm home, baby!