A New Flame by Robert Furlong

Debbie’s interest in the lower half of my body had been lacklustre to say the least. She complained that I needed sex too often, that I came to bed too sweaty or that the head of my cock stunk like a gents’ urinal when I pulled my foreskin back.

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