INNIT

Farmers market pickle stand saleswoman (perfect ass) could not hide her contempt for me this morning. I know for a fact she was one day over the legal age for passionate missionary sex. She’s barely acknowledging me despite my tender desire to give her business. I just want to buy some pickles ♥♥♥♥♥ don’t look at me like I’m a rapist. Chill out. She hands me the jar of half sours and my finger grazes her hand. Soft… nubile… you belong to me now. “How many of these can you suck down in an afternoon?” She gasps at how forward I am. No man has ever treated her this kindly. “I ummm… well I …” she can’t even get a sentence out. Fumbling over her words. I produce a twenty dollar bill from my pocket and tuck it into the front of her pants. The chemistry between us is undeniable. “Keep the change” I say before turning around and heading toward my car.

Before my third step I’m tackled to the ground by her where she then pins my hands above my head and begins straddle sexkissing touch all over my sex body kissing hard on my ♥♥♥♥ and many touches of butt breast nipple crazy sex all over nonstop touching on you baby I go hard all over you now baby yes yes many sex saying my name to you over and over baby and &thanks. The dirt stains my Commes des Garçon heart t-shirt that I paid $175 for and also gives me a seasonal allergy making me sneeze which I try to silence out of politeness causing me to make some sort of mouse noise. She immediately gets the ick and leaves me on the ground. Probably running back to Chad right? You’re such a tease. He will never love you like I did. I return home sexually frustrated and the pickles end up being bread and butter. There is not a single institution of society that isn’t designed to harm white men.

not a russian thats +10

good briish player
and nice tm8

isn't that the guy calling gg after we lost pistol round? druncle we only had nice things to say about you too :-(