... literally, because Gary Glitter is coming back to England. Glitter who has been in a Vietnamese jail for three years on sexual abuse claims from two girls. He was lucky that he wasn't charged for rape, which would have resulted in him getting the death penalty. Glitter claims he was teaching the girls English, which he probably was, important saying such as; "Don't tell your parents" and "Take your clothes off little girl".
The fact that Gary Glitter is a pervert is no big surprise really, the clue is in his (stage) name; Gary Glitter. Who loves glitter? ... little girls! He may aswell have called himself Gary Barbie-Doll or Gary Fluffy-Little-Pink-Kitten. Come on people!! Open your eyes! Would you trust a singer named Peter File?
If England imports anything to Vietnam we should instantly stop doing so. We don't want Glitter here, don't fucking send him back. We've got plenty of paedophiles already. Get him back to Vietnam, and shoot the fucker.
He still claims he's innocent. But lets face it, he's been linked to child porn since November 1997. That's over ten years. If you've been labelled a paedophile for over ten years, you're a paedophile. No question. All you have to do is look at him, he looks like the stereotypical paedophile; skinny like a smackhead, creepy beard, weird glasses and a big bag of sweets in his pocket.
What is it with pop stars fucking children? Gary Glitter, R Kelly, Micheal Jackson ... Why is it that Hip Hop and Rock stars get called bad influences for children. Pop music's no better. I'd rather have the most gangsta rapper out babysit my child than a (possible paedophile) pop star. Yes my child may get involved in selling drugs, but at least they'll be bringing money into the house.
Glitter claims he's going to write a book on his experiences titled "I'm the Leader of the (Under-age) Gang-bang (I am)".
Update:
Glitter is now trying to avoid coming back to England, is it to avoid being put on the sex offenders list? Is it because of the on-slaught from the tabloids? Is it because of the weather? Or maybe it's because he doesn't find English girls as attractive as Asian girls? (but I'm with him on that point)
Glitter flew from Bangkok to Hong Kong, but he was refused entery into Hong Kong. I assume he's just trying to get to Beijing to watch girls jump around in skin-tight uniforms.
Currently he's in Bangkok again, countries are not letting him enter! Surprise! I'd ban him from entering my country (hyperthetically speaking of course; I don't own a country) just for his shitty discography.
What can Glitter do now? People are asking, well here's what he can do; Nothing! Apart from return to England and face the (terrible) music (he made) and wait for another pop star to be discovered as a perv so the tabloids will forget about him.
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Where Are You Going on Holiday?
Is a question that people keep asking me, and my response is "No!"
The main problem is I have a shortage of money and I can't be arsed with a holiday, what's the point? Honestly, can someone please explain this to me.
As a child I was lead to believe that we go on holiday to relax. What a load of shit. There's nothing relaxing about my family quashed into a small caravan and being forced to spend time together. Do you know what's relaxing? Staying in bed until noon, not getting up at 7.00am to get ready to beat the 'rush' to the beach. And having to do terrible things as a family that nobody wants to do. So the basis of the relationship between everyone in my family was be forced together for a holiday, then avoid each other for the next year until we're forced to spend another holiday together, then the whole cycle whould happen again.
Anyway, that's where my hate started for holidays. And what's more annoying is people suggesting places for me to go on holiday, let me share these great destinations and reasons why I not go:
Ibiza
The main problem with Ibiza is that it's full of the kind of people I hate. I don't go clubbing that often because I'm not the biggest fan of music so loud you can't think, waiting about two hours at the bar to pay way too much for a bottle of beer that I drink in about three minutes, rooms that stink of sweat, having to go outside for a smoke and most of all 98% of people that go clubbing. Not to point the finger, but lets face it, most of them are slags or cunts looking for a fight. Watching people in Ibiza is like watching devolution happen right in front of your eyes. The slogan for going to Ibiza should be; "Return to your animal-like behavour; drink, shag, fight. Make Darwin turn in his grave!"
Amsterdam
What a fucking slap in the face, yes Amsterdam is the Mecca to any stoner. But go to Amsterdam for a holiday, no thanks. Yes, the weed is legal and so is prostitution, but in all honesty I can get that in England without having to catch a flight. The only time I am returning to the Holy Land is with an Army to take it over like the Israelis did in Palestine.
Blackpool
This one gets suggested because it's cheap and affordable. There's a reason it's cheap people, because it's shit. To be perfectly honest, I'm not even going to comment on this place.
For the record I hate long travel, by road, rail or air.
I'm not scared of flying. I actually like it. I'm scared of packing all my best (by best I mean not ripped) clothes into a suitcase and leaving it with some fucking moron that's going to lose it somehow. Plus you can't smoke on a flight, which is so fucked up. The air on planes is now worse that you can't smoke, because when you could they had to recycle the air, now they don't. So that's why your fart lingers around for the whole flight. Plus I read the Daily Mail so anyone who has skin that is not pale white I see them as a terrorist.
The problem with being stuck in a car is that you're stuck in a car. Usually with a couple of people and a shitload of luggage, more than the car can carry. It's easy for a car to turn into a stinking sweat box. Plus if it's someone elses car there's a chance that you can't smoke. And why does it seem like the driver of the car has an iron bladder. While everyone else in the car is about to explode and give the insides of the car a nice urine smell for the rest of its existance, the driver says; "We're not stopping until I need the toilet". No problem mate, it's not my fucking car.
Basically, on holiday some bad stuff usually happens; you get ripped off, people swear at you in a language you can't understand, you fall out with your friends/family/whoever you go on holiday with, you get too drunk, someone tries to touch you up, you spent all your money (or lose it all). All of that can happen in Derby, so why the fuck should I travel somewhere else for it to happen. An expression like; "Damn, today I was mugged, at least I was mugged in Ibiza not Derby" has never been uttered. Plus in Derby I can stay in bed until noon!
The main problem is I have a shortage of money and I can't be arsed with a holiday, what's the point? Honestly, can someone please explain this to me.
As a child I was lead to believe that we go on holiday to relax. What a load of shit. There's nothing relaxing about my family quashed into a small caravan and being forced to spend time together. Do you know what's relaxing? Staying in bed until noon, not getting up at 7.00am to get ready to beat the 'rush' to the beach. And having to do terrible things as a family that nobody wants to do. So the basis of the relationship between everyone in my family was be forced together for a holiday, then avoid each other for the next year until we're forced to spend another holiday together, then the whole cycle whould happen again.
Anyway, that's where my hate started for holidays. And what's more annoying is people suggesting places for me to go on holiday, let me share these great destinations and reasons why I not go:
Ibiza
The main problem with Ibiza is that it's full of the kind of people I hate. I don't go clubbing that often because I'm not the biggest fan of music so loud you can't think, waiting about two hours at the bar to pay way too much for a bottle of beer that I drink in about three minutes, rooms that stink of sweat, having to go outside for a smoke and most of all 98% of people that go clubbing. Not to point the finger, but lets face it, most of them are slags or cunts looking for a fight. Watching people in Ibiza is like watching devolution happen right in front of your eyes. The slogan for going to Ibiza should be; "Return to your animal-like behavour; drink, shag, fight. Make Darwin turn in his grave!"
Amsterdam
What a fucking slap in the face, yes Amsterdam is the Mecca to any stoner. But go to Amsterdam for a holiday, no thanks. Yes, the weed is legal and so is prostitution, but in all honesty I can get that in England without having to catch a flight. The only time I am returning to the Holy Land is with an Army to take it over like the Israelis did in Palestine.
Blackpool
This one gets suggested because it's cheap and affordable. There's a reason it's cheap people, because it's shit. To be perfectly honest, I'm not even going to comment on this place.
For the record I hate long travel, by road, rail or air.
I'm not scared of flying. I actually like it. I'm scared of packing all my best (by best I mean not ripped) clothes into a suitcase and leaving it with some fucking moron that's going to lose it somehow. Plus you can't smoke on a flight, which is so fucked up. The air on planes is now worse that you can't smoke, because when you could they had to recycle the air, now they don't. So that's why your fart lingers around for the whole flight. Plus I read the Daily Mail so anyone who has skin that is not pale white I see them as a terrorist.
The problem with being stuck in a car is that you're stuck in a car. Usually with a couple of people and a shitload of luggage, more than the car can carry. It's easy for a car to turn into a stinking sweat box. Plus if it's someone elses car there's a chance that you can't smoke. And why does it seem like the driver of the car has an iron bladder. While everyone else in the car is about to explode and give the insides of the car a nice urine smell for the rest of its existance, the driver says; "We're not stopping until I need the toilet". No problem mate, it's not my fucking car.
Basically, on holiday some bad stuff usually happens; you get ripped off, people swear at you in a language you can't understand, you fall out with your friends/family/whoever you go on holiday with, you get too drunk, someone tries to touch you up, you spent all your money (or lose it all). All of that can happen in Derby, so why the fuck should I travel somewhere else for it to happen. An expression like; "Damn, today I was mugged, at least I was mugged in Ibiza not Derby" has never been uttered. Plus in Derby I can stay in bed until noon!
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Why I Hate Social Smokers ...
Let me begin this post by saying; Fuck social smokers. If you don't know what a social smoker is, let me explain; a social smokers is a person that doesn't smoke ... but they do smoke in certain social situations, such as being at the pub with friends.
Now, it's not just social smokers (who I will now relate to as The SS) that get on my tits, it's anyone that does something half-arsed. And The SS are people that do things half-arsed. Being part of The SS is basically saying; "I'm a massive dickhead!!". When it comes to smoking, there's two catorgries people can fall into; smoking and non-smoking. That is it. There is no inbetween. Sorry. You don't get social crack smokers, if you smoke crack, you are a crackhead, simple as that.
I have nothing against non-smokers, I've been trying to become one for years, with no luck yet. But under no curcumstances would I have become a social smoker.
The main thing about social smokers that annoys me is they never buy their own ciggerettes. They always want one or two, or half of MY FUCKIN PACK!! I worked for my money, I spent my money on my cigarettes, I'll smoke my cigarettes, and if I get a tumor. it'll be my tumor. Do you want to go twos on my tumor? Thought not.
The thing about social smokers is I know one day I'm going to get a call from one, and they're going to tell me they have lung cancer. And due to the fact that I provided them with cigarettes they want to know if I'd help pay their doctor bills. Then I have to explain to them that the only reason I provided them with cigarettes is that I was hoping they'd get cancer and die, so I can go out and enjoy a full packet of cigarettes to myself. And that just sounds mean, no matter how you try to sugercoat it.
Personally I never understood the whole smoking in social situations, don't get me wrong I do it. But in my opinion smoking is so much better solo. There's almost something sexual about the whole process, if I ever have trouble getting "up" (shall I say) for sex, I just think about that after sex smoke; "OK. lets have sex then I can smoke". I used to smoke during sex, but had to stop, once the smoking ban was introduced the prostitutes at the brothel began to complain. Herpes infested whores worrying about cigarette smoke, kind of ironic when they've just swollowed my AIDs laced jizz. But anyway, I'm getting off topic.
So, what should we do about The SS? Well what can we do? Nothing really, all I'm suggesting is that if anyone ever classes themselves as a social smoker, just call them a liar. And explain that there's no such thing. Social smokers are like virgins addicted to having sex, they're non-exisitant.
Now, it's not just social smokers (who I will now relate to as The SS) that get on my tits, it's anyone that does something half-arsed. And The SS are people that do things half-arsed. Being part of The SS is basically saying; "I'm a massive dickhead!!". When it comes to smoking, there's two catorgries people can fall into; smoking and non-smoking. That is it. There is no inbetween. Sorry. You don't get social crack smokers, if you smoke crack, you are a crackhead, simple as that.
I have nothing against non-smokers, I've been trying to become one for years, with no luck yet. But under no curcumstances would I have become a social smoker.
The main thing about social smokers that annoys me is they never buy their own ciggerettes. They always want one or two, or half of MY FUCKIN PACK!! I worked for my money, I spent my money on my cigarettes, I'll smoke my cigarettes, and if I get a tumor. it'll be my tumor. Do you want to go twos on my tumor? Thought not.
The thing about social smokers is I know one day I'm going to get a call from one, and they're going to tell me they have lung cancer. And due to the fact that I provided them with cigarettes they want to know if I'd help pay their doctor bills. Then I have to explain to them that the only reason I provided them with cigarettes is that I was hoping they'd get cancer and die, so I can go out and enjoy a full packet of cigarettes to myself. And that just sounds mean, no matter how you try to sugercoat it.
Personally I never understood the whole smoking in social situations, don't get me wrong I do it. But in my opinion smoking is so much better solo. There's almost something sexual about the whole process, if I ever have trouble getting "up" (shall I say) for sex, I just think about that after sex smoke; "OK. lets have sex then I can smoke". I used to smoke during sex, but had to stop, once the smoking ban was introduced the prostitutes at the brothel began to complain. Herpes infested whores worrying about cigarette smoke, kind of ironic when they've just swollowed my AIDs laced jizz. But anyway, I'm getting off topic.
So, what should we do about The SS? Well what can we do? Nothing really, all I'm suggesting is that if anyone ever classes themselves as a social smoker, just call them a liar. And explain that there's no such thing. Social smokers are like virgins addicted to having sex, they're non-exisitant.
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Underage Drinkers and Sexual Abuse
I got the shock of my life the other day. While walking passed an off-licence I saw a few girls sat outside it. Three of them aged about 13, typical Chav-types, wearing tracksuits and Nike Airs.
One of them shouted me over, asking how old I was. So I told them, even though I knew what was coming next. So they asked me to go inside and buy them so alcohol. I said no, and began to walk off.
"I'll give ya a blow job, if you do!", shouted one of them.
This is what sickened me until no end. A 13 year old girl willing to give oral sex for alcohol. What has this country come to? Many things started racing threw my head, like this girl must have been abused when she was younger, perhaps by her jobless, dole-collecting stepdad and she has to use alcohol to block out the pain. Or was she just tricked by an older boy, who told her he loved her so he could get his end away. There's so many possibilities. Whatever it was that turned this young girl into a sluttly bitch trading sex favours for booze, it sure did make her good at sucking dick!
P.S. She swallowed, incase you were wondering.
One of them shouted me over, asking how old I was. So I told them, even though I knew what was coming next. So they asked me to go inside and buy them so alcohol. I said no, and began to walk off.
"I'll give ya a blow job, if you do!", shouted one of them.
This is what sickened me until no end. A 13 year old girl willing to give oral sex for alcohol. What has this country come to? Many things started racing threw my head, like this girl must have been abused when she was younger, perhaps by her jobless, dole-collecting stepdad and she has to use alcohol to block out the pain. Or was she just tricked by an older boy, who told her he loved her so he could get his end away. There's so many possibilities. Whatever it was that turned this young girl into a sluttly bitch trading sex favours for booze, it sure did make her good at sucking dick!
P.S. She swallowed, incase you were wondering.
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Blog News - Update
Well people, it would seem as if I will continue to Blog. This is due to the fact I'm not moving into my house just yet. The reason being that everything I own is locked away in a friends house, who is currently not there, and I'm unable to get all of my belongings. I did think about moving in anyway, but the thought of living on my own, with no PC, TV, bedding or plates made me rethink that idea. It would be me and my mobile phone, and seeing as my mobile has no decent games whatsoever, I'm better off staying where I am. In a house with a TV, the internet, bedding and plates, because I like having things to eat off and a nice place to sleep .... and someone to sleep with.
I'd like to say I've got something to post but sadly I haven't. I've resorted into a lazy state at the minute, and I slowly notice that this Blog is turning into something I never wanted it to be; a Blog about what I'm doing (this post is a perfect example). But at the end of the day, does it really matter? Is anyone online reading this? Why would they when there is so much porn on the web, I'm sure there's plenty of bullshit videos on YouTube for people to view, most TV channels have online services now ... I don't know why I'm promoting such sites, if anyone is reading this I'm sure they've left by now to check out something I've just mentioned. But maybe I'm just in a mood, so fuck me! The fact of the matter is I love to Blog, but I fucking hate most people that Blog. Blogs I've come across are shit. Well I don't view that many anymore, due to the masses of shit ones I used to see.
Fuck it, I'm probably just bitching because I have nothing constructive to say, and I've hit a big fat fucking writers block when it comes to ideas for my Blog. I do have some stuff about weed that I'm tempted to write about, but I don't want to come across as some massive stoner - but fuck knows why, it's usually the first impression people get when they meet me. But it's late and I'm tired, a day of doing jack shit has left me uninspired and in a bad mood. This post is proof.
To the people that just spend time reading this, I'm sorry. I can never give you that time back. But do come back, I'm going to come with something good soon, I promise.
If anyone's still reading, leave a comment of post you like, support is like the chance of getting laid ... it keeps me from jumping in front of a speeding bus.
Thanks and goodnight xx
One last thing people, sorry to waste your time, I know you want to get to that porn or some funny video of an old woman getting mugged on YouTube, but I've taken up a challenge; to get a joke in the Nuts magazine. I'm new to writing jokes, so this may take sometime ... or never happen. Anyway I've emailed one in already, it's not great but most of the jokes in Nuts are nothing too great. Here's my first joke:
After a long day together a son asks he father why he and his mother got a divorce.
"Well," the dad says, "it's all to do with compromising"
"Couldn't you and mum decide on anything?" the boy asks.
"No, we could decide on things. It's just that you're mum caught me in a compromising position with her sister."
ha h aha hahahahahhahaha
I'd like to say I've got something to post but sadly I haven't. I've resorted into a lazy state at the minute, and I slowly notice that this Blog is turning into something I never wanted it to be; a Blog about what I'm doing (this post is a perfect example). But at the end of the day, does it really matter? Is anyone online reading this? Why would they when there is so much porn on the web, I'm sure there's plenty of bullshit videos on YouTube for people to view, most TV channels have online services now ... I don't know why I'm promoting such sites, if anyone is reading this I'm sure they've left by now to check out something I've just mentioned. But maybe I'm just in a mood, so fuck me! The fact of the matter is I love to Blog, but I fucking hate most people that Blog. Blogs I've come across are shit. Well I don't view that many anymore, due to the masses of shit ones I used to see.
Fuck it, I'm probably just bitching because I have nothing constructive to say, and I've hit a big fat fucking writers block when it comes to ideas for my Blog. I do have some stuff about weed that I'm tempted to write about, but I don't want to come across as some massive stoner - but fuck knows why, it's usually the first impression people get when they meet me. But it's late and I'm tired, a day of doing jack shit has left me uninspired and in a bad mood. This post is proof.
To the people that just spend time reading this, I'm sorry. I can never give you that time back. But do come back, I'm going to come with something good soon, I promise.
If anyone's still reading, leave a comment of post you like, support is like the chance of getting laid ... it keeps me from jumping in front of a speeding bus.
Thanks and goodnight xx
One last thing people, sorry to waste your time, I know you want to get to that porn or some funny video of an old woman getting mugged on YouTube, but I've taken up a challenge; to get a joke in the Nuts magazine. I'm new to writing jokes, so this may take sometime ... or never happen. Anyway I've emailed one in already, it's not great but most of the jokes in Nuts are nothing too great. Here's my first joke:
After a long day together a son asks he father why he and his mother got a divorce.
"Well," the dad says, "it's all to do with compromising"
"Couldn't you and mum decide on anything?" the boy asks.
"No, we could decide on things. It's just that you're mum caught me in a compromising position with her sister."
ha h aha hahahahahhahaha
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Blog News
Here's some Blog news people, so gather the family or friends around the PC/Mac and all feel sorrow for what I am about to tell you; I not be posting so much in the next few weeks. This is due to my personal life and possible rape charges I am facing, but once my name is cleared I'll be back ....
But in all seriousness I'm moving into my new house and may not have internet connection for a while, but don't reach for that knife yet, no need to slit your wrists because I will still be writing and hopefully writing with more focus. I will actaully think about what I'm going to write instead of just writing it. What to expect; more reasons to legalise weed, true stories of me getting too wasted, more What's Been Happening This Week (infact, I will try to keep upto date with the happens in the news and post everything I've missed while I'm away), Religious hate and of course random abuse being thrown at emos!
But until then, you can check out my partner in crime, my fellow weed smoking, beer drinking, wife beating, child touching soul-mate; Frenchie @ http://dickmcnasty.blogspot.com/
As he takes you on a journey deep into the darkest parts of his mind where the voices he often so listens to reside. In his first post he shares his love of Coldplay.
But in all seriousness I'm moving into my new house and may not have internet connection for a while, but don't reach for that knife yet, no need to slit your wrists because I will still be writing and hopefully writing with more focus. I will actaully think about what I'm going to write instead of just writing it. What to expect; more reasons to legalise weed, true stories of me getting too wasted, more What's Been Happening This Week (infact, I will try to keep upto date with the happens in the news and post everything I've missed while I'm away), Religious hate and of course random abuse being thrown at emos!
But until then, you can check out my partner in crime, my fellow weed smoking, beer drinking, wife beating, child touching soul-mate; Frenchie @ http://dickmcnasty.blogspot.com/
As he takes you on a journey deep into the darkest parts of his mind where the voices he often so listens to reside. In his first post he shares his love of Coldplay.
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Pussy Whipped?
What is it will with the male gender? That as soon as they get involved with a female their mates begin to label them 'pussy whipped'? Pussy whipped ... even the sound of it gives me a semi, because I looooove pussy.
I'm now going to explain why being pussy whipped is a good thing.
Now it's come to my attention that some of my friends believe I'm pussy whipped, that's fine. They are entitled to your opinions. But these are the same friends that wouldn't recognise a pussy if they saw one in real life. They're only used to seeing them in printed form or on their PC screens. So they wouldn't know what to do with one, if they came across one (Yeah - cheap pun, but who cares?).
Because I get phone calls inviting me out, but I've already made plans with the missus, so I have to decline. Then the next day I get a call like this;
"Ben, you should have come to the pub last night, we got turned down by 27 girls and one guy dressed in drag!"
"Sorry lads, I was too busy fucking!"
What's the point of going out and getting turned down by a massive number of dirty skets when I have a beautiful girl ready and waiting to suck my cock? Yes, I understand that I should spend time with my friends, but when it comes down to it; pussy > friends!
"Ben, you should have come to my party man, some random people turned up and stole all the light bulbs in the house, then the cops came, and they couldn't see, they thought I was a burgler and beat me half to death ... and someone took a shit in the kitchen sink. it was amazing!!"
"Sorry man, I was busy eating pussy!"
Because I love to eat pussy, everyman does (apart from homosexuals - of course). Here's a point for any females reading, if your boyfriend/husband does not eat you out there's something wrong with him ... or there's something wrong with your gash. So get to the doctors as soon as possible, if you're given the all clear, get yourself to the nearest singles bar!
I have a friend who told me, eating a woman out is 'gay'. Now this friend clearly doesn't understand what he his talking about. A man going down on a woman is possibly the most hetrosexual act a couple can perform. Now if you go down on a woman and her testicles start slapping you in the chin, that is gay ... and this woMAN has a secret. There's nothing sexier than having a girl's thighs wrapped around your neck to the point you think she's going to snap your head off if you continue. But you keep lapping it up like a dehydrated pitbull until you get hit by an avalanche of cum!
I'm now going to explain why being pussy whipped is a good thing.
Now it's come to my attention that some of my friends believe I'm pussy whipped, that's fine. They are entitled to your opinions. But these are the same friends that wouldn't recognise a pussy if they saw one in real life. They're only used to seeing them in printed form or on their PC screens. So they wouldn't know what to do with one, if they came across one (Yeah - cheap pun, but who cares?).
Because I get phone calls inviting me out, but I've already made plans with the missus, so I have to decline. Then the next day I get a call like this;
"Ben, you should have come to the pub last night, we got turned down by 27 girls and one guy dressed in drag!"
"Sorry lads, I was too busy fucking!"
What's the point of going out and getting turned down by a massive number of dirty skets when I have a beautiful girl ready and waiting to suck my cock? Yes, I understand that I should spend time with my friends, but when it comes down to it; pussy > friends!
"Ben, you should have come to my party man, some random people turned up and stole all the light bulbs in the house, then the cops came, and they couldn't see, they thought I was a burgler and beat me half to death ... and someone took a shit in the kitchen sink. it was amazing!!"
"Sorry man, I was busy eating pussy!"
Because I love to eat pussy, everyman does (apart from homosexuals - of course). Here's a point for any females reading, if your boyfriend/husband does not eat you out there's something wrong with him ... or there's something wrong with your gash. So get to the doctors as soon as possible, if you're given the all clear, get yourself to the nearest singles bar!
I have a friend who told me, eating a woman out is 'gay'. Now this friend clearly doesn't understand what he his talking about. A man going down on a woman is possibly the most hetrosexual act a couple can perform. Now if you go down on a woman and her testicles start slapping you in the chin, that is gay ... and this woMAN has a secret. There's nothing sexier than having a girl's thighs wrapped around your neck to the point you think she's going to snap your head off if you continue. But you keep lapping it up like a dehydrated pitbull until you get hit by an avalanche of cum!
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