Is there some sort of hyper-whoring rights of passage everyone seems to be speedrunning that I'm aware of? idk. But what I do know is her butthole at the 10:00 mark looks like the average New York City pothole. We call that #winning
If only the avg girl put this much effort into carving out an ass that belongs in a museum, maybe I wouldn't be talking to a therapist about my sexual attraction to Reeses peanut butter cups this weekend. Thx [Anna] ull receive the invoice soon.
Right-swipe of the week takes a stroll down butt blast boulevard in an attempt to expand her social media(s). Kinda weak for these guys tbh. I've seen asses getting stretched wider than that in the comments under any given Coffeezilla playlist.
· There are 86 divorces per hr compared to 230 marriages per hr
· Estimates say 41% of first marriages will end with a divorce
· As many as 60% of second marriages will not make it
Starts out as acting, but looks like things ended with a tinge of legitimate concern before the credits rolled out. Just another one of those unfortunate side effect from bartering with a man that considers mixed martial arts a form of roleplay.
Life Lesson #27: If you have worse rectal control than one of the golden girls; seek out another hobby. Last time I saw someone pay for skidmarking this abusive he was ultimately banned from Chipotle at the corporate level. (it was me) [more]
spoiler: it's the pepperoni-scented Call of Duty veteran getting his pickle popped, not the other way around. Apparently tha bros thought it would be hilarious to pay an escort to give Stewart the best 2.5 minutes of his life. Another spoiler: It is.
More dead ends behind those eyes than an apartment building in Silent Hill, but the box squeezes harder than a retard a petting zoo so sacrifices will be made.
More use of a fish eye lens than a Bam Margera skateboard compilation and exceptional proportions have manifested in the greatest compliment our boy has gotten since the glory days of Yahoo chat. Life can only go down from here.
Not all of today's most gifted participants were born with the poker face of Clint Eastwood. So when you bare witness to the equivalent of a vaginal SCUD missile, understand it took practice to get here. More reasons to uninstall the Internet: [x]
Not sure what actually happened here, but it doesn't look like an unannounced serving of Jossepi's homemade alfredo sauce was the reason for a time out. If you listen closely, it sounds like a neighbor was tired of the female's mating calls.
Nice face. Great spirit. But what really gets u is the idea of someone committing to dating this specimen exclusively. Imagine the pill addiction. :100: :thinking_face:
Shame she doesn't make raunchy butt ripper videos anymore. A damn crying shame. Never again will we see this level of excitement when it comes to colonizing the dark planet. EDIT: she's still alive/active. more [here] and [here]
I know that look. Normally mistaken for being on the wet end of a crypto rug pull, or ur proctologist reaching for spicy mayo instead of an authorized lubricant; it's caused by something totally different. And in most cities u can get it for $20/rock.
Pretty decent. You'd probably give up the last half of your Costco chicken bake if she could teach your girlfriend how to do this without a handle of Smirnoff first.
Especially if u aren't stone cold sober during daylight hours. One wrong angle and you run the risk of turning her innie into an outtie. It's called "the heat seeking carmel farmer" and it's the #3 reason for divorce, right behind finances & Reddit.
An emphasis on the cardiovascular system, and showing off better grip than David Tyree in the 2008 Superbowl. Pornographic content that incentivizes you to get your ass in shape really is an untapped market. Someone look into that.
Getting booty blasted [raw] within reaching distance of Sir Kensington's Classic Mayonnaise is a whole new level of disrespect for ur customers. 1 star ★☆☆☆☆.
idk what kind of Amish paradise rules they agreed to before making the match, but this shit doesn't work for me brother. Interesting loophole though. It's kind of like tax harvesting, where the people watching are the only ones getting fucked.
It'll never meet the legendary aura of [bad times at the bachelorette party] because... well, nothing will. But comparing is the thief of joy, and we shouldn't let $27 worth of content think tanking go to total waste here. She gets my vote.
