I can’t for the life of me think of anything that important at Walmart that I need to get there straight from the hospital without even changing. Like maybe if they said “We’ve kidnapped your family you better get your ass here!” I’d rush over, but I still like to think I’d grab my clothes back from the hospital. Nobody wants to negotiate with terrorist with an open-back gown on, ya know?
It’s that time of year when pumpkins stop being scary and start being delicious pies. Which Jack
ass O-lantern would you take home to bake?
I couldn’t have said it any better blowjob.
Is it a tail? Or did a Wild Thing jump up into her ass? The world may never know.