Why is CJ Friggieri such a good fuck? The rogueish good looks, the girthy albanian fingers, the ability to romance men and women alike? His biceps, so large, so crisp, so pristine, that they awaken you with a sexual ferocity better than any morning cup of coffee could.
A distinguished gentleman. A gentle lover. A ravenous bed buddy. The kind of man who will make you feel like a queen. He would protect you in the streets, and take you in the sheets.
You were always told "if he wanted to, he would" was toxic, untrue, and unfair. Not with Kristofu Gakbu Friggieri. He would do anything for you. Pick up your milk, hang your laundry, fufill your wildest, shameful, deep seeded, unrealised fantasties. He will do things to you and for you that you don't even know you want.
Who is this man? Ryan Johnson? Brian Mifsud? Bryan Cranston? He is a sad, pathetic man. His love making is so weak, so pathetic, that it is not even worth mentioning. He is not even worth the effort of a single fuck. He is no Kristofu Gakbu Friggieri.