[Video] Puff Pass for tits
Mar. 2nd, 2012 05:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[For once in its pretty short life, the blackberry switches on intentionally. A picture is worth a thousand words and at least this one is a lot less traumatizing than it could be. Don’t hold your breath. There’s what could only be a pretty modest rack of tits looming from above, thankfully clothed in a tank top that didn’t exactly help the lack of size (DOESN’T MATTER, DAMMIT) of those soft mounds of heaven. A pair of grimy, boney hands come into view and cup the tiny things, give a couple of squeezes with accompanying honks and before you know it the view shifts. Have Badou’s disturbingly cheesy grin with a cigarette in the corner of that fat mouth, same as always. Hell, it would take more than an upstairs check to see the light of the manor’s newest punchline. Of course this is after mourning his missing dong for about three days before realizing other…perks. But aside from a rounder shape of his face and a softer jawline, Badou doesn't look much different. So what comes next isn't a surprise to those who have talked with him.]
Y’know for once I don't got shit to say about that crazy crack head in charge of this place. I might even fuckin thank her once I suppress the memory of pissin sittin down. So anyway the real beef is… pretty goddamn important. Life or death, motherfuckers. [His…her? Expression hardens, gaze intense and ominous]
Who got the biggest rack outta this? C’mon, ain’t nothing wrong with comparing. For science. For Titence. An ‘m sure we’re all decent experts on the matter. Except wighead an a couple of you brats. Let’s gossip an shit. But I ain’t gonna go pee with nobody, I ain’t that type of girl.
Y’know for once I don't got shit to say about that crazy crack head in charge of this place. I might even fuckin thank her once I suppress the memory of pissin sittin down. So anyway the real beef is… pretty goddamn important. Life or death, motherfuckers. [His…her? Expression hardens, gaze intense and ominous]
Who got the biggest rack outta this? C’mon, ain’t nothing wrong with comparing. For science. For Titence. An ‘m sure we’re all decent experts on the matter. Except wighead an a couple of you brats. Let’s gossip an shit. But I ain’t gonna go pee with nobody, I ain’t that type of girl.