[Skye Canyon, Las Vegas] Nicholas Russell To me, love is hopeless. It’s like waiting for a thousand dead roses to bloom again with slim chances. Almost the same as the thought that no matter what you do, or how long you invest in it, the rose remains dead. Therefore, love is full of lies, deceit, and cheating. Ever since my divorce, that feeling is a no-go area for me. Otherwise, why will I be in bed with three women I felt nothing for? Women who were desperate, too anxious as I slipped a condom around my tool, to fuck the shit out of them. They were actresses seeking roles in my star movie. Pressing one’s boobs, I was currently fingering the other who moaned my name. The third actress bounced her rounded bum on my dick, twirling around it while I slammed into her, without mercy ripping her walls apart. The Queen-sized bed rocked erratically as I thumped into the actress’ cunt with her staring at me desperately, with her mascara-stained eyes which were teary. The other two
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