Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
One of the things I hate about men is how you can never really tell what he’s packing until you get him in the bedroom. I went out on a date with this guy I’d met through an app. We’d been texting for a few days, and I was seriously crushing on him. He said he was six-five with hazel eyes and an eight-inch dick. He sent a few photos, not sexual ones, but pictures of him with friends; in them, he looked taller than his friends. And so handsome… but did he lie about that last detail?