It was on that fateful Sunday when our eyes chanced upon the
hefty bosoms for a moment and the hairy hands around it the
next. And we knew life had fucked us hard.
.. Fuck You! Fuck You, you pathetic pretentious lover. Everyone knows you hoodwinked that ass-faced, gourd-shaped whore from next door so that you could get a couple’s discount to the ‘great Tantra…
