Blog Posts about Rachel Ward

By Frank Gaydau

My colleagues in the rag trade used to say to me, "You don't know dick." But if there was one thing that I did know it was dick - big dicks, hard dicks, slimy spent dicks. I couldn't get enough. One in the hand, two in my mouth, three up my ass - I was a connoisseur of cock. Working in the fashion industry kept me balls-deep with likeminded studs. But then something happened. All that exposure to the radiant sexiness of supermodels sent my meat-seeking missile on a collision course with the sweet, pink, sugar walls of vaginal intercourse. I boldly went where no homosexual had gone before, straight sex.