he finally woke her out of her drunken stupor long enough to get the coke spoon up her nose and, lifting her head off the cum-stained pillow, she managed to sigh,. 'neeeeeeeigh, tis a far far greater thing i go to do, than i have ever done. just stick some oats up me cunny and we'll trot right down to the drugstore, baby. almost there. saddle ye git, ride me hard and put me up wet!' clearly, she dreamed of better times. he smiled, rubbed on some KY, and turned her over. soon, very soon in fact, it was all over and he had to reapply the spoon to get a remote twitch out of her sagging mare-hole, but he was not sure which way was north, and it really didn't matter. she didn't have a north or a south, just a hole for his pole. (to be continued)
i absolutely do not expect to win... just saying. this is just interpretive dance, right? am i in room one-oh-dumb? -dedicated to all the sloppy whores and the men who ride that whol whip
and do you have any idea how stupid you sound? talk about calling the kettle black. obviously you never had any real problems. all you care about is getting hay shoved up your cunt. in a manner of speaking. stfu bitch, you're a whore, she's a whore. no amount of posting on the merc will get you redemption for that.
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