Tawni, you'll get a dick in your ass! I'll see to it.
As the hour comes to a close, the Girls Gone Wild hour from 3am to 4am Central Standard Time, I have already masturbated twice and feel the need to express myself on Internet. When I am away from Laura, away from my laptop and at home with my family, I lack porn, so I make due with what I have; and that is basic cable. Sometimes, when it is not the hour of Girls Gone Wild (or Wild Party Girls), I will be lucky enough to stumble upon some hot latenight BET action, or an Ashlee Simpson video on MTV. Goddamn, that girl gets me hard, hard like a rock, gunna make yo asshole pop.
Some people have told me, well they haven't told me because if they told me, I would not pay attention, but I have read on an internet message board or two that a lot of people show disgust for porn, especially the kind that is involved in the Girls Gone Wild series (and the other series that are out there). Now, an overall disgust of pron is something that I cannot possibly fathom; and better yet, the Girls Gone Wild, why do you feel sorry for these "sad, pathetic, daddy didn't love me" girls? Are these not the girls that you find in college? The ones that you fuck. Fuck in the butt? Delightful. Oh, there are few things in the world that I feign excitement for like anal sex (gay sex, even moreso). Butt, seriously, guys, with enough lube, I'm in. (No, baby, I like it raw, meat grinder style.)
These Daddy's girls will one day be your husbands and wives. They will one day love you with their mouves, have your children, cock your food, clean up after you. They deserve some respect because now they are flashing their titties at a camera, though the existence of their titties is questionable thanks to Comedy Central/Spike TV placing convenient little "GGW" or "WPG" bubbles over their boobies. I swear to god, if there are pasties under there (underwear?), there is no god.
I enjoy a juicy ass that I formulate or at least mostly imagine as I am trying to scrabble the eggs of my four inches of fury, and these infomercials do a very good job, or at least my imagination does a very good job with the aid of these advertisements (adVERtisments, english accents, yo), allowing for my months and months [lifetime] of sexual frustration to be relieved for about 10 mintes.
Some people have told me, well they haven't told me because if they told me, I would not pay attention, but I have read on an internet message board or two that a lot of people show disgust for porn, especially the kind that is involved in the Girls Gone Wild series (and the other series that are out there). Now, an overall disgust of pron is something that I cannot possibly fathom; and better yet, the Girls Gone Wild, why do you feel sorry for these "sad, pathetic, daddy didn't love me" girls? Are these not the girls that you find in college? The ones that you fuck. Fuck in the butt? Delightful. Oh, there are few things in the world that I feign excitement for like anal sex (gay sex, even moreso). Butt, seriously, guys, with enough lube, I'm in. (No, baby, I like it raw, meat grinder style.)
These Daddy's girls will one day be your husbands and wives. They will one day love you with their mouves, have your children, cock your food, clean up after you. They deserve some respect because now they are flashing their titties at a camera, though the existence of their titties is questionable thanks to Comedy Central/Spike TV placing convenient little "GGW" or "WPG" bubbles over their boobies. I swear to god, if there are pasties under there (underwear?), there is no god.
I enjoy a juicy ass that I formulate or at least mostly imagine as I am trying to scrabble the eggs of my four inches of fury, and these infomercials do a very good job, or at least my imagination does a very good job with the aid of these advertisements (adVERtisments, english accents, yo), allowing for my months and months [lifetime] of sexual frustration to be relieved for about 10 mintes.