Some people invest into their 401-K plans to insure a healthy retirement. Others, work until the grave. And then there's this marble garglin sonuvabitch who is going to burn every cent in the name of B tier semi-pornstar vaginal exploration.
tbf, the only thing more nauseating than playing Only Up in VR would be waking up to another family member dive bombing without getting the green light first.
The (actual) original post was by a homie that claimed he was going to "try cuckolding" but things quickly turned into an all out free-for-all the moment her Lululemon's hit the floorboards. A moment of silence for Brad's ex-relationship.
The only thing more concerning than the Party City cake decorations is the way this screwball is talking during this entire thing. Is homie narrating his own adventure or? Now that I think about it, this behavior has always been habitual.
Well... on closer examination it seems the tomfoolery of lighting was hiding that whiskey barrel of a stomach being used as a pushup bra. No more Internet today.
Gotta be honest, that thumb doesn't really convey the 3 cheese alfredo injection that ultimate happens at the end of this nine minute yawn. For some reason I expected more out of a girl that looks like Buc-ee's is her favorite restaurant.
These stories have not been embellished, because - they need no embellishment. They are simply, horrifyingly, the story of the average degenerate human being sharing this planet with you. Except that last one. Oh yes, there will be blood.
A moment of Internet history, almost forgotten in the annals of time. It's hard to explain to a newcomer why this shit was so groundbreaking in the late 2000's. Just imagine a college campus with no politics and an endless supply of Plan B.
Much like everything Marvel has turned into a TV series; This starts out pretty interesting, but 30 seconds in you realize you've seen this shit before. Then you masturbate anyway and have a good night's rest before the credits start rolling.
Ya gotta respect the duo at the end willing to show their face. Because even attempting to hide their identity would be crossing the line, whereas doing "the Nutty Richard" behind a Rite Aid dumpster is considered acceptable behavior?
Reason #28971 to never judge a book by it's cover. Unless it's whatever the fuck this is. Then feel free to Judge Judy until your foreskin grows back. I'm on drugs.
Can't tell if we're looking at early Sasha Grey impersonating early Belladonna, or the other way around. And more importantly; I haven't had a bowel movement in 72 hours and I think the fire department is gonna have to get involved soon.
It's either a Julliard student's magnum opus in creative expression of the female body... or any San Fransisco night club on a Wednesday afternoon. It's hard to tell when everyone is smoking the same jenkem... but one thing is for sure: AIDS.
Can't really give you the exact time these videos were filmed, but the aroma of Blockbuster microwaveable popcorn butter should be a good indicator. #vintage
What do we have here? Legit swing orgy content with real rookies? Gotta say I'm kinda shocked. Both at it's authenticity and knowing the flowbee is alive and well.
Hopefully it's not the one smearing hepatitis all over auntie chaachee's uncovered floral print at [1:55]. That would just be embarrassing... and frankly, unforgivable.