What do you call a pudgy psychic? A four-chin teller.
I’m wearing a leather vest and Old Spice cologne and I’m heading to visit Corvallus Bronson Winslow III’s turkish bathhouse and all you can eat waffle buffet.
I was having s** with some girl for the first time. She knew it and told me to let her know when I was going to c** and to pull it out. It stayed in her deep for a long time and told her I was going to c** and she locked her legs around me preventing my pullout. I knew I filled her up and she just grinned at me. We never used a condom after that. Super s** and we were lucky. Her Mom noticed her stained p****** and just grinned.
