curious_me
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I wonder if dreams ever do come true...
Still waiting for mine or come true. I'll let you know or you let me know. Deal?
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I wonder if dreams ever do come true...
I wonder if dreams ever do come true...
I wonder if dreams ever do come true...
I wonder if dreams ever do come true...
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
Good girl!I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
I can't say no when you say please![]()
Its still show and tell...Clearing out the mass amount of pictures I have saved on my phone, so let's play a game of show and tell. If I've already posted something you've seen, too bad!
It'll be mostly just show.
A good girl with a bad attitude![]()
A good girl with a bad attitude![]()
Bad can still be good, all relativeA good girl with a bad attitude![]()
A good girl with a bad attitude![]()
Like booze is a bad thing?I will never ever admit what I just got off thinking about. Never ever ever.
And if I do, I'll blame the booze.
//
Side note, when I start feeling ashamed about what makes my pretty little cunt tighten, remind me of what I am. Pull my shirt over my face and jam your fingers in between my cotton covered lips until I'm drooling. It's only fitting for my dumb face to be as wet as my aching pussy. And when I'm close, gagging on your fingers and squirming looking for relief, take me.
Or leave me.
I'm still blaming the booze.
I will never ever admit what I just got off thinking about. Never ever ever.
And if I do, I'll blame the booze.
//
Side note, when I start feeling ashamed about what makes my pretty little cunt tighten, remind me of what I am. Pull my shirt over my face and jam your fingers in between my cotton covered lips until I'm drooling. It's only fitting for my dumb face to be as wet as my aching pussy. And when I'm close, gagging on your fingers and squirming looking for relief, take me.
Or leave me.
I'm still blaming the booze.
I will never ever admit what I just got off thinking about. Never ever ever.
And if I do, I'll blame the booze.
//
Side note, when I start feeling ashamed about what makes my pretty little cunt tighten, remind me of what I am. Pull my shirt over my face and jam your fingers in between my cotton covered lips until I'm drooling. It's only fitting for my dumb face to be as wet as my aching pussy. And when I'm close, gagging on your fingers and squirming looking for relief, take me.
Or leave me.
I'm still blaming the booze.