On a quiet late evening, I text you my pic: “hey I’m not gonna hit the bars with you guys tonight, I’m gonna stay in” and then “oh shit I sent the wrong pic just delete that! And don’t tell” your next move which holes will you stretch on th
Your black bullies told you to stay in the living room until they were done talking with your pawg mom in your room. You couldn’t help to hear load smacking noises and your bed squeaking a lot from your room. Wwyd?