I’m white and she’s white. We need a large black dragon. Free tomorrow night? Bowling or ping-pong. Competition gets me there. She’s yours now but mine later. It’s the only way I can smell his aroma and not be questioned.
we are squeaky clean everything is rubbery is there a squeegee in there? please please please don’t fall teeth on tile equal blood bath molars clog old drains winter makes hair dry semen or conditioner? looks the same to me
these toes must be new i lick them like fresh baked treats socks make sibley sad a knot on my neck carries the poem around it’s not too heavy belly to the floor i scuttle under the bed why is it shaking? there’s a camera in my face. Am I really that cute? yes, I am