Now we are strangers.
I walked around downtown Portland today wearing leggings without underware and a tee shirt with my male genitalia on full display. I had the back pulled up showing my b***. There was nothing left to the imagination. I was in and out of various shops and coffee shops. I love the reactions of those women that take a good look and laugh.
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.
