Heaven forbid, Drew, not a chance! I knew how erotic it made you feel as the old soup strainer caressed the inside of your thigh as I seductively kissed every inch of your leg en-route to taking your impressive, Stilton encrusted, bulbous, thrill truncheon into my mouth as I cupped your fully loaded love spuds in my left hand as my right fist effortlessly glided into your already prolapsed dung hatch.
