Managed to escape then did we petal. I thought I was treating you really well, all the food and drink that you could possibly want, keeping you fit for all that man love you were crying out for.
You'll be back soon, begging for more you naughty naughty boy. I know that your hoop isn't the rose bud it used to be, but you said you adored the new shape of it. You used to say that you loved me, well, more like moan it really, when did it all go pear shaped, like your bumhole?
Just stop fighting it, you know you love it up you and you're probably having a wank as you read this.