“Yes, and blow jobs on command. Rebecca exhaled with an audible sigh. Milf porn This setting was so perfect. Of murder and mayhem. The End. Wan Pablo understood. Bessie. This setting was so perfect. We should probably hold hands first.”
The excitement drained from Wan Pablo’s face like coffee down a garbage disposal. This man was so perfect. His only hope. Stroke. “But ummm. To be there for you night and day. “I’m sorry.”
Once again, the chocolaty words erupted from his mouth like diarrhea from a butt hole. Hell, you even beat out most of the girls. A strong and independent female, Bessie’s softspokeness and soft brown eyes would be missed. Be yours. “It’s okay.” Rebecca replied. The sole obstacle standing between Rebecca and her picture perfect reality show ending. Her love for him grew, just as she imagined that his huge, throbbing, blood engorged kindness grew for her day after day. The one remaining contestant on “Da Bachelor House”. “So, let’s not make a big deal about this.
