Fuck-Me Fruits
By Anonymous • Aug 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the ArchivesShe’s got these shoes, see. Or she had these shoes. Sandals, really. I don’t know what it is about them. She wears them when she’s sunning. She wears them when she’s lying on the chaise lounge in the back yard, sheathed only in a white string bikini. And these glorious, unbelievable shoes.
They’re trashy — she [...]
