Just like that but make it VSG 🧿
Man I hope your daughter was OK with you telling us her rape story at this sexual assault awareness event
respect thyself, ye are divine and eternal
Everything went well, now I’m just waiting for them to be prepared and ready so I can go pick them up
I feel like I’ve been missing out on so much without them, my doctor told me that my vision was 20/20 with them and I was in shock hahaha
Absolutely not, I’m going to have them in my case whenever I’m not wearing them and I also got a warranty
I had a dream i was in a room with floors and walls off black matte with purple neon accents. It was filled with smoke and haze, and Loft Music by The Weeknd was playing. On floating platforms of exponentially growing elevation, flowing upwards in a spiral to some other room were like a dozen naked black women, all at least ten feet tall with enormous breasts and fat asses dancing on stripper poles. At first I was confused, but since I never recognize my dreams when I'm in them and tend to just not question anything that's presented, I went along with it.
I climbed the up, looking at the faces of each woman until I found the hottest one. She looked like a dark skinned Laura Harrier mixed with the only one of Nick Cannon's 50 baby mamas to not be light skinned whose name I'm forgetting. Unconsciously I climbed up her legs like a tree and planted myself at her midsection, swaying while she continued to dance to the Toxic Canadian's most underrated song off that project, and I started sucking her t*** like an infant.
Then I woke up. I may or may not have had to wash my sheets. I've been in the process of quitting p*** for like two weeks, but it's become clear that the virtual devil has been putting up Chamberlain numbers on my psyche. It may take a while to undo this damage, not gonna lie. Also I think I have a new fetish.
Mad men the goat show
I had a dream i was in a room with floors and walls off black matte with purple neon accents. It was filled with smoke and haze, and Loft Music by The Weeknd was playing. On floating platforms of exponentially growing elevation, flowing upwards in a spiral to some other room were like a dozen naked black women, all at least ten feet tall with enormous breasts and fat asses dancing on stripper poles. At first I was confused, but since I never recognize my dreams when I'm in them and tend to just not question anything that's presented, I went along with it.
I climbed the up, looking at the faces of each woman until I found the hottest one. She looked like a dark skinned Laura Harrier mixed with the only one of Nick Cannon's 50 baby mamas to not be light skinned whose name I'm forgetting. Unconsciously I climbed up her legs like a tree and planted myself at her midsection, swaying while she continued to dance to the Toxic Canadian's most underrated song off that project, and I started sucking her t*** like an infant.
Then I woke up. I may or may not have had to wash my sheets. I've been in the process of quitting p*** for like two weeks, but it's become clear that the virtual devil has been putting up Chamberlain numbers on my psyche. It may take a while to undo this damage, not gonna lie. Also I think I have a new fetish.
this the realest s*** ive ever read in my f***ing life