Why do you like all strangers of the world to see your cleavage? Do you wish they would touch you?
C***, Coke and Cash
I still want to expel my jiz/zum into the moist sugar walls of Greta Thunberg. Can’t imagine what any baby of hers would look or sound like, but I don’t care. All she’d be is a receptacle for spoo, and kind of a skanky one at that.
