Leah Lays London

Wales in 100 words, or Leah lays Cardiff May 25, 2011

I have been in Cardiff since Friday. Tuesday night isn’t the best for picking up a guy, but I managed to snag a Frenchman at the pub. Oral sex made up for the deficiencies in the fucking.

“I like how your beard is dripping with my juices,” I explained. The gray whiskers prickled against my sensitive bits while he feasted.

“Donnes moi ton sperme. Mettes dans la bouche d’une salope. Je veux ton orgasme,” I told him, hunched between his legs. I looked him in the eyes, rolled my tongue around the knob, and took the penis into my throat.