Jimmy, bereft of all reason, unzipped his trousers and withdrew his cock, slapping it onto the table with a flourish. Detective Schmidt grew quiet and narrowed his eyes. He looked to Jimmy's flaccid cock, to Jimmy's face, back to the cock, then nodded. He rose from his chair, unzipped his own trousers and withdrew his, much larger, cock and slapped it onto the table opposite Jimmy's, making sure to mimic Jimmy's flourish. Jimmy's smile faded. He slowly put his cock away and sat down.
So anyway, I haven't uploaded in a while. Ah well. It's not as if I have thousands of subs to please. (Pathetic. Boo-fucking-hoo)
For the record: I am a fan of Lad Sargon.
Up next: who fucking cares.
Luv Gran of Chip Valley