*Cries even more while waiting 2 hours*

eats ass hardcore

If I don't tune the tuna to get my tuna tunnel tears frothing from my ground zero grotto, his chubstep is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling a darts team's goalkeeper. Some girls are happy just to stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster in my mound of love pudding and a 15" spiked vibrator up my ♥♥♥♥ winker. My cake hole was so full of tallywacker and penis pudding, the man fat was haemorrhaging down my chin and onto my mosquito bites. It was bliss having his spunk-filled spam rocket stuffed inside me again; stuffing my cod crater with a gerbil just didn't get my ♥♥♥♥ trench flooding like it used to. Now, I've had more hands up me than The Muppets, but the sight of his ♥♥♥♥ plunger made my beige slime seep like a broken coffee maker.

sad ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ has to cheat on faceit to feel good.