Galaxy Gas Gwendolyn seems to have compromised her last functioning brain cell with some combination of synthetic drugs and pineapple White Claws. Chances of homey swiping right in a coastal city ever again? Absolutely fuckin zero. Probably.
Flirting is pretty straight forward. Just flick the hair, bat some eyes and let the cringe commence. Becky seems to have turned the dial to 73. Bold choice, but if this is a repeat incident then shes filling more bucketlists than bungee jumping.
Come on down to Typhoon Bill's 8ball Alley. A luxury trailer park that promises to fulfill your every need, or the first two prescriptions of Rocephin are on the house.
4/5 physicians would advise against risking this kind of outbreak in public places. But a life of chronic respiratory complications doesn't really seem to concern this prodigy. Big risks = big dollarinos. And big dollarinos = more fashionable sweaters.
Before the faux outrage begins; no this bullshit isn't real. This is clout zombie BronwinAuora who's newest grift seems to be convincing a janitor to play duos.
idk what kind of Amish paradise rules they agreed to before making the match, but this shit doesn't work for me brother. Interesting loophole though. It's kind of like tax harvesting, where the people watching are the only ones getting fucked.
Like the thunderdome, a Woody casting means two enter but only 1 leaves with a working sphincter. The following rush to Costco's adult diaper section is usually a dark day in the victim's life... but not today. Double BOOM. Double DOOM. [more]
Installing the "deprive myself of oxygen until I have the IQ of a bowl of spaghetti-o's" expansion pack may not be for everyone, but it's unquestionably a challenge.
Where the fuck has she been practicing that technique and are they still allowed within 100 yards of Thanksgiving dinner? These 2 things seem to be intertwined.
She's been here before, but the content train keeps chugging along. I particularly enjoy her 'less fucks to give than a dark souls speedrunner' attitude. If comps aren't your thing, you can scoop her individual sex tapes here: [-1-] [-2-] [-3-]
[0:26] mark for the health care assistant in question. Just don't bypass that first video, which apparently features a fucking Carbuncle climaxing for the first time.
There's only one reason people storyboard, shoot, edit and upload this kind of shit to the Internet. And it lives somewhere in between "I need to pay my taxes" and "$1 dollar pizza slices make me shit blood". Just three of life's little guarantees.
Spoiler: It's not. I know Walmart elite when I see it, and there's no sign of velcro shoes anywhere in this video. Better acting than Megan Fox in Expend4bles tho.
It's either a Julliard student's magnum opus in creative expression of the female body... or any San Fransisco night club on a Wednesday afternoon. It's hard to tell when everyone is smoking the same jenkem... but one thing is for sure: AIDS.
The original upload refers to her as his wife, but I know that diabolical level of contact avoiding at the 1:27 mark only comes in the form of pay-to-play. #facts
I shouldn't speak on behalf of females thanks to my unkempt eggbag and an addiction to White Castle french toast sliders... but I think have an idea how life gets to this point. And reparing it begins with uninstalling League of Legends.
There's people that skirt along the edge of "normal". Then there's Carrot Top. And finally there's unfixable misfits like the 10 or so specimens you're about to witness on the other side of this link. For non-American viewers; This is why Valium exists.
What in the Mississippi Walmart coworker bullshit is going on here? It'd be more believable to call this man a scientist, because the elements he's finding between the branches of this family tree are currently undiscovered by man and Bill Nye.
[-Aria Skye-]. Barely 100lbs with her clothes on and for some reason she agrees to be ragdolled like a bag of wet potato rolls. Sometimes I think these women should shoot higher. Like, Logistics Clerk. Or Kevin James' shit stain assistant.
Probably just another one of those groundbreakers that stage their room to look like the most unsuspecting place to swing some sausage, then places the camera in one fixed position to really drive in that boomer traffic to their OnlyFarmers.
I'm all for creative ways to exercise your peanut... but this couple have a pretty fucking distorted definition of eroticism. I got halfway through their catalogue and all it made me want to do is install Fortnite, then set my computer on fire.
One day I'm gonna edit some home videos into this series. A night behind Tim Hortons comes to mind. She had the kinda lips that swung around like a basset hound's ears during a tropical storm. I never looked at recycling the same again.
