Tadanij

Who In The Hell Left The Gate Open? Tadanij

Lord, I asked you to keep me near the cross. This woman's leg is rubbing so close to my manhood, causing me a rather uncomfortable satisfaction. As she moved close, I could smell the scent of cherry blossom and Jasmine. This scent was also familiar, like the bath set that Katrina wears in the purple bottle at Victoria secret. Lord, I haven't had a woman pay this much attention to me in a long time, and you know women like Jessica are my weakness. Her blue eyes have me in a trance. I know this is wrong. I want to escape, but my body wouldn't work. I need you, Lord, like never before. Lord, please help me. I'm thinking with the wrong head. I need Help, Lord. Now. But it was too late. She ushered me through the hotel lobby and onto the elevator. I watched as she opened the keys to the hotel room. I closed my eyes; when I opened them again, I was laying in-between the legs of my weakness. I was making love to this woman, wondering how I managed to fall for one of Satan's oldest tricks. Who in the Hell left the gate open?