The amount of simulated cornhole sodomy on teh hub is too damn high. Ex: This pop tart getting six inches of west Virginia's finest homecooked ham injected directly into her groot shoot. Last night's taco bowl probably did more damage.
Not even afraid of having her pork chop crotch box online forever. If this isn't the standard for 2023's independent woman, I don't wanna know what is. Now make sure to save that OF cash. The Valtrex boxes aren't gonna overnight themselves.
uhh I'm starting to notice a trend with these PornForce videos. 1. Sign a girl that weighs less than a bag of Idaho baked potatoes. 2. Bash the cervix. 3. Choose a thumbnail that fully captures the moment they actually shit themselves. I dig it.
imma let a little wisdom found in one of the comments below do the speaking for me: "fat fuck behind the camera breathing like a bridge troll is disgusting as fuck."
A couple mistakes were definitely made here. Both when she chose to get this desperate for muh content and when maw and paw decided smoking gas station weed was a good idea during the night of fertilization. Spoiler alert: It wasn't.
That's definitely the face of a girl that has traded oral sex for a combo meal at Burger King more than once in her life. So, with absolutely zero evidence at my disposal I'm gonna go ahead and label this as authentic. Go with the fantasy.
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.
A penis that probably needs it's own life boat, and an insanely high tolerance for pain. If there ever was an instructional video on why to lock the fucking door in public places, I'd declare these two just laid the groundwork for a mf'n sequel.
You would think one day in the future a video of your significant other being railroaded in the shallow end of a pool human sized petri dish would return to haunt you. And if u do, u'd be right. She'll never show her face in Walmart again.
I kinda want to go down the rabbit hole. Anytime someone(s) makes middle aged woman squeal like a 2for1 Homegoods sale, all three of my balls start tingling and I'm interested. Unfortunately, nothing short of DNA is going to identify them.
Maybe "refund" is the wrong word here, as it suggests someone would actually give this oxycontin adventurer their hard earned shillings for sexual favors. They don't. Trust me. I've been inside a Walmart parking lot on a Saturday night.
Pretty much the complete opposite material I expected to find on a website that considers Afghani shotgun beheadings a form of roleplay. Then again, judging by the facial expressions he might be practicing the Missouri Drain-O. But I digress.
Took a minute, but that's the same girl from clout delivery guy video. I recognize that copy/paste build-a-bear tiktoker paint by numbers fashion sense anywhere.
The Ralph Wiggum "heart rips in half" moment is at the 3:40 mark. Last time I saw a middle-aged woman roll her eyes like that was riding Kang & Kodos Twirl 'n' Hurl after a hearty breakfast of Malt Liquor. My mom wont talk to me anymore.
I'm positive this is the same woman that keeps invading my Instagram feed with videos about having squirrels up her ass, or publicly shaming herself over having the vaginal odor of a Sudanese outhouse. So... it was advertising for this? I guess?
I was wondering what happened to the dreads girl at the :30 mark. Turns out she changed her name, but is [- still going strong -] Consider hitting up her page and adding a few clicks to her depressingly low engagement. That ass deserves more.
Dude's got the length-to-girth ratio of a Chevrolet El Camino, and she's diving in genitals first. I haven't seen donkey exploitation this egregious since eating the wrong plate of brownies and accidentally watched Shrek 3 47 times in a row.
From this angle it looks like the kind of video set up by a guy 1 bent rare Pokemon card away from having a complete nervous breakdown. Lesson learned... I guess?
What in the Tennessee whore house is going on here? Amphetamines? Autism? An unhealthy addiction to Abercrombie Labor Day sales? idk. but a sequel seems less likely than Lizzo being type casted outside of a Max Hardcore tribute movie.
