Jenna

She awoke at 11:53 am glancing up and down a dusty Quran, prayer mat stored, rolled beside it, guilt of Islam. How they preside it… crusty drool eclipsed her chin from mouth to ear: half-somber grin her hair a mess of disarray her eyes amass of puff pastry. The coffee drip drip drips splashing splish splash splish piles of spam surrounded by bills Matilda jumped on the window sill; the cat flashed her asshole tail straight up just as Jenna reached for the cup suddenly her face was somberly smitten remembering porn resembling kittens. What choice could be less tactical? Gayness? Simply impractical. How she loves isn't how you state it. No way her love could be that basic, when will you finally come to abide by who she loves and thereby lies by? She avoids these questions stooped with fear, indifferent and different; it's all so queer. The scale read 147 pounds its numbers stoically silently sound displeasure from the world's eyes and a lack of caressing in her thighs. Female beauty is universal, simply: sexy; controversial. We need them splayed, young and tight salivating up at power and might! She thinks that way, but also doesn't. Was it her choosing? Of course it wasn't. Men fucked her with a blindfold on imagining a dildo (not a hard-on). X was always a rather good lay. Together they made some mutual play. He didn't end it cuz of private matters, but left her as she got older and fatter. What choice could be less tactical? Gayness? Simply impractical. How she loves isn't how you state it. No way her love could be that basic, when will you finally come to abide by who she loves and thereby lies by? She avoids these questions stooped with fear, indifferent and different; it's all so queer. The bar: happy hour's fading past, this snubby little lawyer's full of sass, but totally, utterly, veritably harmless, probably owns a strapon and harness… He tells her again of the money he's making, she pays no attention to the time he's taking, as long as he keeps paying for drinks - who cares what's free if given to twinks? Three drinks later Snubby's somewhat funny, why not feed this piglet some honey? In addition to being a professional groomer she'd erect a boner for this baby boomer. Suddenly all heads swiveled toward the door: Staci spread a wake of awestruck allure.... Her eyes met with Jenna's for just a moment; the world paused, and righted atonement. What choice could be less tactical? Gayness? Simply impractical. How she loves isn't how you state it. No way her love could be that basic, when will you finally come to abide by who she loves and thereby lies by? She avoids these questions stooped with fear, indifferent and different; it's all so queer.