that’s me after my future manz blew my back out.
he was waiting to dig into my tight and juicy brown sugar wonder.
after i told him:
“Slow down baby.
The lovin’ ain’t going nowhere.”
…he proceed to push my head through the mattress and work my hole like a 9 to 5,
sometimes when a wolf been fiending for your good stuff,
he will destroy your hole in the process.
i’ve been having a lot of thoughts about sex in our male pums.
we have discussed making sure the platter is clean,
but what about the alleged risks that come with it.
i saw the following on “reddit” and i wanted to share it with the foxhole…
there is a song from alanis morissette i really like off her “jagged little pill” album.
that album is therapy for the broken-hearted.
the song is all about ironic situations that happen in this interesting life of ours.
a republican and stark trump supporter,
it’s the “how” that leads to the irony via “the washington post“…
i thought this type of shit only happened in the movies.
or vixen depending on who you talk to,
disrupting a wedding.
the pastor says “speak now of forever hold your peace,
which is a crock of shit,
and here go the scorned and bitter lov-ah.
It ends in a ravaged wedding dress,
and a security escort out the door.
well judging from this video on tik tok…