"Lust is a glutton, I eat too much and die-Shakespeare" Every day ... I was comforting my aching body myself ... I want to see, I want to touch, ah ... That hard, blood vessel, hot and unpleasant I want a stick ... I want you to stir the flesh of this hairless slippery pussy and commit it ... A lust that can't be suppressed by love alone, a leaflet that happened to arrive at the post changed my chaste wife.