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What would AntiGretel say?

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I love tits
Boobs are my addicKtion
They are 24/7
All shapes.
Any size
I am a fanatic for hooters

Yes, of late, i see what you are doing
You are wearing clothing that enhance your bustline
Cleavage is the foreplay of foreplay to my mind's eye and gets me pre-cumming even more than seeing myself naked in the mirror each morn

yet NO amount of cleavage will ever change your face
That face is a constant
My recommendation is a burka
Perhaps 2

Ta
 
.....if it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, tastes like a duck, fucks like a duck & sucks like a duck, then you may just be at the same pond on a sure-thing-bender as i ...

quack quack as i ride their fluffy back
 
'celebrity big brother' is so tame that it may as well be called 'celibate big brother b grade borderline C grade celebrities that stay celibate in house'

Yet the TV guide people won't abbreviate...so there's that


Plus the fkn staples in the middle pages of those things ARE A BITCH
 
My night with an ex Tv starlet:

Journal, September 10, 2001

"......She flung herself upon me, and I was crushed under 100kgs of something less than an angel. Her mouth was upon mine and it dripped spit and tasted of onions and stale wine and the cum of 400 men. Suddenly she emitted saliva, and I gagged and pushed her off...Before I could move again she was upon me. She gripped my balls in both of her hands. Her mouth opened, her head lowered, she had me; her head bobbed, sucked, whirled. Although I was on the verge of vomiting, my penis kept growing. Then, giving my balls a tremendous yank while almost biting my willy in half, she forced me to fall upon the floor. Huge sucking sounds fell upon the walls as my stereo played November Rain.... My dick became larger, purple, covered with spittle. If I come, I thought, I'll never forgive myself..."
 
AntiGretel said:
My night with an ex Tv starlet:

Journal, September 10, 2001

"......She flung herself upon me, and I was crushed under 100kgs of something less than an angel. Her mouth was upon mine and it dripped spit and tasted of onions and stale wine and the cum of 400 men. Suddenly she emitted saliva, and I gagged and pushed her off...Before I could move again she was upon me. She gripped my balls in both of her hands. Her mouth opened, her head lowered, she had me; her head bobbed, sucked, whirled. Although I was on the verge of vomiting, my penis kept growing. Then, giving my balls a tremendous yank while almost biting my willy in half, she forced me to fall upon the floor. Huge sucking sounds fell upon the walls as my stereo played November Rain.... My dick became larger, purple, covered with spittle. If I come, I thought, I'll never forgive myself..."
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Adriana Xenides...and how do you know what 400 men taste like?
 
////......wrong.....( may she rest in peace )....plus she never was over 70kgs....

Your question is a valid one......let me get the jigger, as i am clearly snookered.....
 
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