>not being a leg man in 2019
What are you? Gay?
Do you love calfs?
>insertion even between her two Alpes
what i truly meant to say is to put your Napoleon go over her Great St Bernard Pass
>your baguette is deemed as a boule not worthy of insertion even between her two Alpes, needless to say her triumphal arch
i mean, i don't want Paris to capitulate just like Marmont did in 1814, that'd be spoilsport
hmm indeed it is quite the humiliating situation
like, imagine if you were in desperate need of sexual satisfaction but she's too busy to let you use anything other than her calves... it really reminds you of your position as a pathetic male, you aren't worthy to bury your yayoi chieftain in her kofun, you only get her... calves...
And I thought my fetishes were weird
exactly. you can't just insert your baguette between her calves raw as they are still rough, so i want her to give me saliva in my palms to coat it around her legs to make it smooth. hopefully while making fun of me...
>i don't want Paris to capitulate just like Marmont did in 1814,
OK, why I got boner while reading this?
and then it would be like a reverse jambon beurre sandwich, where the baguette is not the container anymore but actually the thing being contained and eventually producing butter...
her saliva is just as precious as de l'eau de la Sainte Ampoule you know...
because it kinda means her immorally moral chastity, you couldn't just get aroused if you asked her to open her legs and straddle on you and she said ok in no time