It’s not that your ass feels better than your pussy; I just don’t want to risk knocking you up.
The world doesn’t need any more of you.
It’s not that your ass feels better than your pussy; I just don’t want to risk knocking you up.
The world doesn’t need any more of you.
You can scrub off the shit, but the stains won’t disappear so easily.
I’m not even sure you’re fit for purpose.
“Don’t take candy from strangers.”
“Don’t wear that skirt, it makes you look like a slut.”
“Don’t leave the party without your friends.”
“Don’t play with that, plastic bags aren’t toys.”
It’s like mom was right about everything.
Go look in the mirror and tell me which you think is more likely.
There’s no better way for a man to express his true feelings than securely attaching you to whatever rusting garbage he could scrounge up from an abandoned lot, and then torturing your body with random crap he found in the back of his closet.… Read the rest “DIY”
I don’t want you to feel loved when I run my hands over you.
I want you to feel inspected.
If you put up with it long enough and smile no matter how badly he breaks your heart, someday, somehow, he’ll learn to love you.
He just has to, right…?
You can’t just go around kicking skanks like that, Grandpa!
You could lose your balance and break a hip.
Given my current condition, this looks even more fun than usual. I just want to slap someone until she sucks out the stone.