Buy herbs, your serious gf just left my bed and your inability to perform was the bone of our discussion.

She complained about your non ability to perform your manly duties.
She labelled you a two minute man, but as brother that'll never betray the sacred bro code,I passed on the chance to give her maximum pleasure.
So buy herbs, because next time she comes over with this same complains,the rod shall comfort her.

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So another of your serious gf came this week, and due to pressure and the increase in the price of PMS.i wasn't going to make her journey down here a futile effort.

Let me try avoid all sort of obscenities this lovely Monday morning.we did every style known to men, every possible style you can find in the corners of your popular adult-movie website.
And as the leader of the park, disappointment was and will never be a part of the script.
Quadri alagbo doesn't disappoint,but I'll be taking a break next week, I'll be going on a very conscious celibacy journey. So all your serious girlfriends are temporarily safe from now.

So be like me, buy herbs.so that you'll not only be pleasing your wife/girlfriend, you'll also be effortlessly taking the girlfriends of others on a journey of sexual peak without spending a dime.
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Today's episode on "what your serious girlfriend did"

"Nothing last forever," they say. Deep in me,I knew my celibacy journey was a thing of weeks not month.
Life selling sexual enhancement herbs seems to have blown me into riches of having free sex, and even on days that I decide to be steadfast and discipline with my vows. The sweet nature of Eves always seems to sell me out easily.
Just like my forefathers and the biblical Samson and Solomon.we are born to recreate and the major process of human recreation is through the sweetness of what your serious girlfriend cherishes the most.


So the absence of league football seems to have increased my libido lately, weekends are always boring for a homely-person like me. Never had I derived joy from the comfort of being outside and nothing was going to come in-between the undying, unquantifiable, unimaginable love I have for my room.

So after the herculean task that comes with cleaning up my small space, making sure the toilet and kitchen sparks as new.
I retired into my bed,armed with me was a steaming bowl of what my mom would have termed as poison (sorry I suck at cooking).
But what I made today was far better than my previous attempt,the rice was good,the stew was a little bit overcooked,but f**k my taste-buds,in the battle of food, Only my stomach matters.

So after devouring my Hilda Baci (chai that yansh again) inspired cooking.
The air of Eros came knocking on my door.
This familiar tightening in my lower stomach came visiting,it was konji and it disciples, and my home was their meeting point.



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