bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls: He’s a walking grease stain, and you let him inside you. The sick bastard is probably going to shoot a load of his creamed corn into your womb, and all you can do is make faces. Your naked body is draped across a couch
bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls: He’s a walking grease stain, and you let him inside you. The sick bastard is probably going to shoot a load of his creamed corn into your womb, and all you can do is make faces. Your naked body is draped across a couch
