Her: Yeah I can't text right now. Ok so maybe I can call you tomorrow
*snip*
Me: Um, weird.
I hate to reiterate what's already been said, but good God, SF: this woman is fucking DUMB.
The only way I'd consider pursuing her pussy -- and I mean THE only way! -- is if she is an absolute knockout.
No: let me qualify that ... she's not only gotta be a real knockout, but she should also be kinky as all-get-out!
By kinky, I'm not thinking of Priestish chest-shitting or submitting to Cormier and crew for a gang-bang; rather, she should be willing for you to tie her ass up, gag her, then fuck her holes at will the way the good depraved souls at hogtied dot com do with their models. Remove the gag(s) only to stick your Johnson into her mouth/throat.
People will call ME, the mighty DCM, a weirdo for THAT kind of input, but ... meh. So be it. I remain Dorian fucking Cutlerman! Greatest of all Olympians' "best" bodyparts, from Jay's back to Dorian's torn biceps
