Using the bowling ball technique as your opening move is pretty bold. But when you're [Lucie Kline] not even setting up a 7-10 split is enough to detour her making it to the end of a scene. This is the girl your butcher warned you about.
That's pretty good. [this] is better though. Mainly because it really shows us the aftermath of spending half a decade cramming the industries finest right back up the 'ole rusty walnut and how the future rectal intolerance is never guaranteed.
Maybe taming the stinky weasel is just more of a norm in other parts of the world? Either way, dude is sitting on a goldmine of a significant other here and the Internet demands more of her content including access to all mud buttons.
Debuting your asshole with this man as your costar is the equivalent of taking your drivers license test at a destruction derby. Against all odds she somehow she not only survived her rectal rearrangement, but thrived for many years to come.
What are the last 3 words you want to hear after getting naked in front of your /fom? If you answered "is that Helmans?"; you're wrong. But points will be added.
Quite possibly the most egregious abuse of power to ever grace my 14" Compaq Presario computer monitor. Mind you, this is coming from a man that's sat through all 73 unfiltered minutes of Edward Penishands. My voice matters.
I'd be a little less worried about the buttsex and more concerned with whatever off-road vehicle ran over his dick and fled the scene. The fuck is going on down there my guy? Even the lions on Animal Planet don't treat their meat that badly.
Bigfoot's hypo-allergenic sister refuses to adopt basic hygiene practices, but doesn't think twice about letting a complete stranger play a tune on her stink whistle. [raw mind you] Perhaps we really have gone past the point of no return.
If this man's idea of romance is a metaphor for the west being able to raise those population numbers, I'd say this is proof we are buttfucked. Unironically of course.
Shame she doesn't make raunchy butt ripper videos anymore. A damn crying shame. Never again will we see this level of excitement when it comes to colonizing the dark planet. EDIT: she's still alive/active. more [here] and [here]
Getting booty blasted [raw] within reaching distance of Sir Kensington's Classic Mayonnaise is a whole new level of disrespect for ur customers. 1 star ★☆☆☆☆.
Life Lesson #27: If you have worse rectal control than one of the golden girls; seek out another hobby. Last time I saw someone pay for skidmarking this abusive he was ultimately banned from Chipotle at the corporate level. (it was me) [more]
23 years of positive thinking and rectal (in)tolerance have manifested themselves in a mint condition 2024 episode of live webcam failures, goofs and all around chucklefuck situations that probably didn't transpire as originally expected...
As fate would have it; You can't enjoy every hole with the help of pharmaceuticals and Captain Morgan. It's like the Internet is here to teach us something every day.
Sure, u can be some cookie cutter piss sickening wannabe & slingshot ur tickle stick into ur significant other at a reasonable speed. Or even, into the neighbor's litter box perhaps. But only real men would dare to take the road less traveled.
That look at the 2:25 mark. It's like the last remaining neuron in his brain suddenly activated again, and then immediately committed suicide when it realized what the fuck was going on. You can't Reddit poll your way out of this one, Stewart.
Not the plan of attack I recommend you try on the misses. But when ur baiting donations, anything that doesn't run on a diesel engine seems to be fair game.
hmm. either our male protaganist has been studying the teachings of master Splinter, or me thinks she's been down this hazelnut covered highway before.
That was about as much accidental as the front page of Reddit. Still, her reactions are kinda priceless. Particularly the "there's a pack of wallabys gnawing the inside of my sphincter" look that is persistently peppered throughout this interaction.
Honestly the resemblance is kinda spot on, all the way down to twinkle in her eye. But it's not her. I know because the only thing spitting was whatever mythical third testicle this guy was pulling reserves out of. What the fuck was that ending?
The amount of damage I've seen this girl put her genitals through is too damn high. Maybe when that trap door looses all elasticity and she's forced into another hobby, she can choose something safer. Like gardening. Or fighting wolverines.
