The Latin Luffer Speaks, Part Cuatro

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I am a Latin Luffer. I will hold your doors. I will poor your wines. I will light your cigarettes. And I will luff you . . . for all time!

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I am an excellent luffer. I have a luff life to be envied by every man; a sex life that is richer than Corinthian leather!

I do it every night, for hours at a time. It is the only way I can get to sleep.

And this is how I do it. So, gentlemen, take notes.

How rich is Corinthian leather? I have no fucking idea!

I start with the hand . . . kissing, gently kissing the fingertips, then slowly moving up the arm with my lips. Then I caress the face and gently, lovingly move down the torso, slowly, ever so slowly and gradually building to ecstasy. Sometimes it takes hours, but there is always ecstasy.

Now . . . if I could just find someone else to do all that with . . .