You’re asking the wrong guy. It’s always the fucked up, perverted little weirdos who burrow their way under my skin and into my bloodstream.
Like little ticks of love.
Fuckable, squishable little ticks of love.
You’re asking the wrong guy. It’s always the fucked up, perverted little weirdos who burrow their way under my skin and into my bloodstream.
Like little ticks of love.
Fuckable, squishable little ticks of love.