that confession about the fifth grader into gore is fucked up
I learned the old saying the wrong way. If you don’t use it you will lose it. After a year I decided to bring a guy home. I b*u*c*k*e*d and s*q*u*i*r*m*e*d around like it was my very first time. He did his best to insert his sausage in my love bun. I just rolled him over and gave him a happy ending. And his cream pie filling went to my stomach.
Telling me I was wasting my time trying to get you to communicate with me will go down as your biggest bonehead move. You owe me a conversation. And not on here. Email or discord. Or in person.
