Gru is equipped with the swagger of an inbred sheep herder. Apparently in the world of callgirl hanky panky, "suave" is not an option. Sure enough, she learns the hard way: never fuck with a man that knows every episode of ALF by heart.
I'm getting the impression this lady is no stranger to shotgunning a couple servings of Butthole du Jour after a succulent Chinese meal. But hit 88mph, and her brain damages faster than a Discord moderator DM's a bathtub streamer.
Not sure a gap between your eyes wide enough for New York City to charge to park inside of, is on my list of "boner material". But uhh... I'm open to new things.
The name is Dakota Taylor. Shot a handful of scenes and bailed. Built with the same dimensions as an Amibo, and has an unhealthy addiction to using her fart toaster as a meat locker. In other words; We lost the world's most perfect woman.
Unfortunately I can't confirm it's authenticity. But it wouldn't be the first time someone filmed their significant other giving the ole dunkachino to a minimum wage stranger, and if 2022 has taught me anything - it will not be the last.
idk what the fuck else to call this, but the amount of naturally occurring meat on that page is too damn high. The look on the second to last girl is a familiar one though. Something that involves hermit crabs, and Bill Cosby's email address.
So, what are we witnessing here? Her first attempt at delivering a beat down in meat town? Nervousness? I don't know, but think of all the value meals this skill could unlock if practiced enough. That's what Cobra Kai ultimately taught me.
Dude is hung like an Idaho potato, and she's got the kind of crazy eyes that would send Steve Buscemi running. Normally this kind of inbreeding would be kept behind closed doors until a Twitter hashtag is created for it... yet here we are.
Short of being an extra on Rocco's Retirement Village Tour (coming 2035) - I'm not sure how this talent comes in handy. Never knowing the feels of a consensual relationship maybe? An existence without having to shop for birthday gifts?
Flattery was never my strong point... and it still isn't. Fuckin room looks like it smells worse than wet Newports, and she's chowing down like it's grandma's old fashion applesauce recipe. Your fellow Walmartians will be hearing about this.
They should have attached some sort of disclaimer to this drug fueled fire hazard. Let me tell you something from experience my friends; Any time a woman hits double digit speeds, you're in fucking trouble. Approach technique with caution.
Imagine spending weeks convincing your corner store Karen to accept the 2vs1 handicap match, only to sideline her with a cock that gets cease and desist letters from Nike. Just flip that thing over & hit it with a snowmobile again, you'll be aite.
She claims this is legit, and it's the first time "meeting" this dude. Okay lady, sure. And the gangrene I got from "introducing" myself to a stripper that considers Canadian pennies a form of payment will just go away with soap and water.
You can see her frantic postings here. Watching her bait the socially inept into a monthly subscription reminds me of a black widow documentary I saw once. All that's missing is David Attenborough and my bottomless bowl of chic fil a sauce.
I don't know which one "Misha" is, and frankly it doesn't matter. If she really is in London then no matter what she charges, it will be cheaper for her to keep you warm this winter than keeping a boiler running. That's called fiscal responsibility.
