The more inbreeding in ur bloodline, the further u go to seek sexual satisfaction. A simple concept, reinforced by the director's cut episode of Survivor Man in that last clip. It makes Jeppson's Malort seem like a fuckin delicacy. It's that abhorrent.
Imagine waking up to a voicemail of your significant other turning her oral cavity into a Maytag on the rinse cycle. It's behavior like this that leads to senseless violence and polluting the top played Spotify charts with shit like Sexxy Red.
Possibly unrelated; But every time this guy makes contact with her cervix, she lets out a sound I can only describe as Yoko Ono being run over by a cement mixer.
Advertise whatever sigma male, MGTOW LARP fantasy you want. But let me tell ya something... you just haven't lived a fulfilling life until walking in on your solid 3/10 getting shined up by the guy who considers Volkswagen a luxury vehicle.
The Kunimitsu cosplay was a bit of a surprise to be honest. Of all the characters to rush down on you'd think they would have gone with Lili, or Nina, or Prototype Jack. The back, forward + 1 + 2 backshots would sound like Iraq in March of 2003.
Leave it to the peanut gallery to find out her name in. [verlonis] is her moniker, where she proudly displays winning, cashing in and spending the genetic lottery.
Yeah she's 18... days into her 37th fuckin birthday. Don't let fortunate lighting and meticulous camera angels fool you: Target sales are her biggest sexual attraction.
A hearty "FUCK YOU" to whoever said portable meat satchels can't get you laid. This man's lust for affordable nutrition on-the-go just netted him enough tier-2 tuna casserole to earn a Martha Stewart seal of approval. #putthatontelevision
If uve been gifted the dimensions of a jar of grammas old fashioned marmalade, then you may have never experienced this situation. Alpha Chads such as yourself would power through both this interruption, and the following domestic assault.
[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.
Ass gets treated like the bed liner of Ford F-150 with 8 digits on the clock, yet she remains calm and collected. Even goes as far as to request moar dick. Lady; Any further into that monkey biscuit, and this will be classified a medical procedure.
I can't tell if this is actually something people are into, or some sort of structural building block of postmodernism porn. Send this to Jordan Peterson and find out.
And by destroyed I obviously mean pleasantly surprised by an erection that didn't need to pass three different piss tests in order to make it past her cotton candy canoe. I've been told that's considered a delicacy in the gluten-free community.
Well the video is pixelated just enough to make you think this is one of those rare authentic moments, forever immortalized in 240p. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. Does the BOGO pack of Dick's roller blade skate socks ur using as cum rag really care?
So... what's the explanation this time? Normally guys looking like the result of crossbreeding Napoleon Dynamite with an eggplant are incapable of securing women of this quality. Edit: nvm I just realized those are tits and not her thighs.
Sorry, don't have a name for you. She's no Riley Star - the only pornstar I've ever actually bothered to remember. Why? 'cause at her peak she was 18, anorexic and had the face of Sabrina The Teenage Witch, minus that googly eye. Marry me.
This is all but guaranteed to eradicate any story you may have been led to believe about how hard it is to bang an established pornstar. Don't be misled by this man's total lack of enthusiasm: Your hunt of commissioned snapper begins now.
A lottta girls do a lotta desperate ass shit to keep their social media accounts popular... but risking the corona just just to keep buttsludge69 amused? That's a level of hoe-cope I hope to never meet outside of a Papa Johns bathroom stall.
Of all the story lines you could possibly choose from, expedited shipping would be last on my fucking list. Then again, so would paying autistic girls in Walmart gift cards to round out your threesome... so maybe I just don't see the vision.
I'm not even talking about the staged booze in her hand. I mean the necessity of being inebriated to go skin on skin with Trevor Phillips being much more potent than anything Budweiser could dream of cramming into a single serve bottle.
