I am so 'insecure that I fear alone and I wonder how I managed to drag me up to this point in my fucking life. I would sometimes find me in a whip, rod, a wire to hold on but they are a miserable bag tears, Nivea cream, liquorice and fat.
I've evolved from the elementary schools. A series of fortuitous coincidence brought me here and the 'but I stayed the full pot. And the head of cock.
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