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.
Body looks like a desk in Chicago classroom, but the face is still thriving. If she can continue keeping the needlework below the neckline, she'll be able to claim she's 18 years old for another two decades. And that's called investing in your future.
Apparently The Queen of Dragons has discovered a new way to supplement her income after the 8th season. I'm eagerly looking forward to the spinoff episodes.
Proficient camera angles and lighting, or a man that was actually conceived by a fucking Clydesdale? I'm sorry, I just don't have the answers behind this mystery.
Great ass. Clear skin. But what really activated my pinto beans is the length she goes for a couple thousand views and 1 comment from p00njabiw4rrior82x. Take notes ladies: It's this work ethic that makes you go from "girlfriend" to "girlwife".
Same guy teh hub. Apparently he's made quite a name for himself by power blasting any willing participant in a 20 mile radius. College level? Menopausal? It literally doesn't matter. If it's got 2 legs and purchases Vagisil, he'll get active.
Not even 3 minutes worth of video and I'm already left questioning the future human beings have on this planet. Remember: This is all pre-pandemic. #dead
Of all the unexpected fluids you can get blasted with in the backseat of a mid-range economy car, it's really not all that bad. People with friends that frequent the Dairy Queen drive-thru on a weekly basis know what I'm talking about.
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.
Yet another societal derelict proving anything and everything you come across on social media is about as real as Tyson vs. Paul. Moment of silence for the tier-3's.
