The pigs were insulted that they were named hamburgers.
I would like to input my sp//erm deep within the hairy, wet and musky loins of Greta Thunberg.
I don’t want to talk with her much, before or after, but I can tell she needs to be railed, and that ample torso seems equipped to meet my eager thrusts.
I want to be disciplined by Jennifer Manchester. I want her to slap me in the face repeatedly for being such a weirdo. She’s just so effing hot and I want to be dominated by her so badly.
