Nothing betrays you more than your own(18+)

than your own stomach when you're actually finally in the mood to fuck but then your stomach just has to have a word. You are ready, capable, and actively looking. You make plans, plans are going to happen but then you hear it. The faint sound of a cock block grumble in your lower stomach. You pray that it is just a innocent noise. But then you feel it. Why did I have to eat that chicken wrap.