I'm specifically talking about the last clip here. One would think having a cock that looks like it survived being run over by a tractor trailer and turned into a periscope would limit the amount of exposure given. But... here we are. Again.
Looks like Sparky splurged all of his bat mitzvah nickles on the supreme package. She's built, looks like she enjoys it and judging by his lack of gagging, there's no aroma of yesterday's Newports anywhere to be seen. The glass ceiling is broken.
Van life nomads with a hygiene regimen? Without video proof I would have called you an ignorant slut of a liar. But 30 seconds into browsing their video catalogue makes me believe there is light at the end of the Hot Cheeto dust-filled tunnel.
18 semesters of Namibian dance theory paid, and this is how you return the favor to ur parents, Becky? u r a disgrace to the once great town of Ballbag, Nebraska.
Almost 2 hrs of some guy hangin brain in every zip code, but not even 10 secs of him being bludgeoned with the bumper of a passenger car? Do better Europe.
Movie? Actress name? Proof that it smells like a 4-star Vegas hotel between those cheeks? Any information would be helpful because the backshots on this girl must sound like Afghanistan during the Bush administration and I need to hear it.
See that rush of fear around the 0:58 mark? That's the kind of reaction second only to a man that has miscalculated his maximum capacity for Mountain Dew Code Red in a public venue. And I think that's something we can all relate to.
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.
Contrary to his job title, alpha male'ing isn't exactly this guy's specialty. You could say his opportunities are more wasted than season 5 of The Walking Dead. But I assume that's a-okay when you can tack on "Clout Whisperer" to your resume.
I don't know when the Gabbie Carter redemption arch started, but I'm all for it. Those early videos of hers were truly historical moments for me and my special edition bugle boy cutoffs, so lets soak this in before gravity calls for the rematch.
"When you can laugh at yourself no one can ever make a fool out of you. Even after you've taken so much collateral damage from jumping into unsolicited orgies, it's pushed your eyes further apart than the little mermaid” — Joan Rivers
Always found it weird to mix indoor snorkeling with attempting to orgasm. Of all the extra curricular activities you can collaborate with, I would expect something more wholesome. Like wearing VR goggles. Or reverse tugbombing for example.
I want you to take a good long look at that weapon of mass destruction. With those dimensions you would think his question mark lookin ass would be too busy fighting Peter Pan instead of driving the female community to abstinence.
Can you believe we've reached this point? Where these day-1 creators go to the extreme lengths of pumping their gashes full of synthetic sea lotion to bait views? Maybe try out the Vietnam Hand Grenade next time. Authenticity is important.
Krystal Boyd for the uncultured swine out there. She was the poster girl for Euro trip rectal tearing anonymous orgy fantasy porn during the Internet's renaissance phase. And may have single-handley turned Kleenex into a billion dollar company.
Promise a future of earning $40 and all that "i'm waiting for marriage" talk fades. That's what we all want to see in the end: A confident girl that can beat the odds.
