Fresh out of an Arby's dumpster dive and new to the OF scene, this Malboro-enhanched trio are Valtex'ing their way to redneck superstardom. The flannel shirt gourmet knows this isn't porn. It's preparation for a monster truck rally.
Unilaterally super soaking home turf without as much as laying down a blanket or wearing a form fitting adult diaper? In this economy? Its more likely than u think...
Galaxy Gas Gwendolyn seems to have compromised her last functioning brain cell with some combination of synthetic drugs and pineapple White Claws. Chances of homey swiping right in a coastal city ever again? Absolutely fuckin zero. Probably.
Come on down to Typhoon Bill's 8ball Alley. A luxury trailer park that promises to fulfill your every need, or the first two prescriptions of Rocephin are on the house.
4/5 physicians would advise against risking this kind of outbreak in public places. But a life of chronic respiratory complications doesn't really seem to concern this prodigy. Big risks = big dollarinos. And big dollarinos = more fashionable sweaters.
Before the faux outrage begins; no this bullshit isn't real. This is clout zombie BronwinAuora who's newest grift seems to be convincing a janitor to play duos.
idk what kind of Amish paradise rules they agreed to before making the match, but this shit doesn't work for me brother. Interesting loophole though. It's kind of like tax harvesting, where the people watching are the only ones getting fucked.
Like the thunderdome, a Woody casting means two enter but only 1 leaves with a working sphincter. The following rush to Costco's adult diaper section is usually a dark day in the victim's life... but not today. Double BOOM. Double DOOM. [more]
Installing the "deprive myself of oxygen until I have the IQ of a bowl of spaghetti-o's" expansion pack may not be for everyone, but it's unquestionably a challenge.
Where the fuck has she been practicing that technique and are they still allowed within 100 yards of Thanksgiving dinner? These 2 things seem to be intertwined.
[0:26] mark for the health care assistant in question. Just don't bypass that first video, which apparently features a fucking Carbuncle climaxing for the first time.
There's only one reason people storyboard, shoot, edit and upload this kind of shit to the Internet. And it lives somewhere in between "I need to pay my taxes" and "$1 dollar pizza slices make me shit blood". Just three of life's little guarantees.
The original upload refers to her as his wife, but I know that diabolical level of contact avoiding at the 1:27 mark only comes in the form of pay-to-play. #facts
There's people that skirt along the edge of "normal". Then there's Carrot Top. And finally there's unfixable misfits like the 10 or so specimens you're about to witness on the other side of this link. For non-American viewers; This is why Valium exists.
[-Aria Skye-]. Barely 100lbs with her clothes on and for some reason she agrees to be ragdolled like a bag of wet potato rolls. Sometimes I think these women should shoot higher. Like, Logistics Clerk. Or Kevin James' shit stain assistant.
Probably just another one of those groundbreakers that stage their room to look like the most unsuspecting place to swing some sausage, then places the camera in one fixed position to really drive in that boomer traffic to their OnlyFarmers.
I'm all for creative ways to exercise your peanut... but this couple have a pretty fucking distorted definition of eroticism. I got halfway through their catalogue and all it made me want to do is install Fortnite, then set my computer on fire.
One day I'm gonna edit some home videos into this series. A night behind Tim Hortons comes to mind. She had the kinda lips that swung around like a basset hound's ears during a tropical storm. I never looked at recycling the same again.
I could be in the minority here, but Barnum & Bailey should be kept as far away as possible from any and all sexual situations. If I wanted to be repeatedly violated by a clown, I'd pay for a day trading discord. Pretty amazing body tho. RELEVANT
Today's visuals couldn't get better if you slammed an Ambien cocktail and hit the boardwalk wearing nothing but a smile and Walmart's finest body spray. Speaking of NJ, not even [-carl-] would be caught inside whatever spawned in the last clip.
A rousing assembly of women that don't believe teh night is over until their clout levels have reached unmeasurable proportions. Reminiscent of a reoccurring dream I keep having involving Brock Lesnar and Long John Silver’s Cocktail Sauce.
For them, it's about breaking societal norms. Conquer that art form and nothing shall come between ur tits and Internet glory. Save for a restraining order or four.
Victoria Bliss on the hub. The original video seems to have vanished, but luckily we still have the remnants of what happens when a group of erections goes flat simultaneously and lashes out together. That's what I call community service.
