An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
Real women are hairy. Even the fake blondes.
Ha ~ I don't mind hair or even fake hair... huh?I mean like a wig if it's part of the role playing.
Hair that doesn't move when you touch it, and sticks to your hand like wet paint, while smelling of shellac. Don't light your cigarettes to close either. At least she's rolling out the welcome mat but sorry, someone needs to trim the hedges before I do any bobbing for tuna.
Harry bush hides the hideous. She has an ugly snatch, or herpes. Still, nice to look at.
wow, this is hot one!
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