The first time I had a pussy-tingling view of Dave Grohl was when I saw a performance of “No One Knows” by Queens of the Stone Age. Dave was on drums, it was a live performance and I couldn’t have been more turned on. There is something when a person gets so passionate about something that they love that they lose themselves in it.
Dave was shirtless, sweating, and it seemed like there was this weird disconnect where his arms knew where to go without him even looking like he was thinking about it. It seemed effortless.
So, I imagined him effortlessly bending me over and pounding me out.
Sex can be wonderful when you stop thinking so hard about it, and Dave seems like he is excellent at losing himself.
It would be a travesty to imagine his anaconda being anything less than eight inches.