masturBatMan
It was a warm Sunday Morning, and Batman had a lot of reasons to be happy. He has just found out the password to his neighbor's internet connection. It took 10 years to do so, but it finally happened. There he sat on the couch, his left hand on the computer mouse, his right hand grasping the BatDick. His right hand has not moved from the genitalia for two straight days. Batman's apartment acquired a strange scent of dried cum and perfume.
Boy, I wish I could tell you that Batman lived in happiness for the rest of his days, I wish I could. But working internet connection...is no fairy tale world.
It was a warm Sunday Morning, and Batman had a lot of reasons to be happy. He has just found out the password to his neighbor's internet connection. It took 10 years to do so, but it finally happened. There he sat on the couch, his left hand on the computer mouse, his right hand grasping the BatDick. His right hand has not moved from the genitalia for two straight days. Batman's apartment acquired a strange scent of dried cum and perfume.
Boy, I wish I could tell you that Batman lived in happiness for the rest of his days, I wish I could. But working internet connection...is no fairy tale world.
