Ragnar Djanneskold > I am a good write

Ragnar Djanneskold > how raunchy

Ragnar Djanneskold > Donald couldn't help but simmer as Michael ran his saucy little indianan fingers through his magnificent pomp.... He felt consumed with lust!

Ragnar Djanneskold > Michael was licking his lips in frustration, pen in hand, hand shaking... he couldn't contain himself any more

Ragnar Djanneskold > no pipelines would be approved today. No sir.

Ragnar Djanneskold > Just Mike's personal pipeline.

Ragnar Djanneskold > There wasn't anything Donald could do but stroke his own fat manly breast. His tie was unfurled now, and so was his plump member. It quivered in the cold oval office.