Yeah, I’d tear it up…
I’d hit it.
“…And so, the mighty whale took to hunt its arch-nemesis on his terms.”
I don’t know who she is, but the slack jawed, thousand yard stare tells me she’s seen Terry Richardsons’s apartment and isn’t ready to talk about it.
blow-up dolls are supposed to have open mouths
I love all that I see here. No complaints.
Jeeezussss…Goddamn Tupperware titties and Ronald McDonald-orange hair. Hell yeah, I fuck her in an instant!
God, I love twitter twats.
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