Another morning with throbbing, pulsing, and aching Morning Wood that refuses to give any peace until it's dealt with.
Truly this is the definition of suffering.
I would let you crash if you drank too much.
jerk off to my traumas while iโm sitting there crying and telling you about everything bad that happened to me !!! wipe my tears with one hand while youโre touching yourself with the other !!!
Give them your address. Goad them on. Taunt them into kidnapping you. Tell them they're too afraid to do it. Leave your door unlocked. Sleep with your window open. What's the worst that could happen?
Watching titties bounce is good for the soul
This could be us ๐
I hope Iโm a mutual youโd like to fuck ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค
Well, guess who's back? 30-something, UT-based sadist here to relax and complain about morning wood. Darker and harder kinks ahead. 18+
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