Dont Have A Strap Or A Packer Or A Dick I Suppose Phallic Imagery Will Have To Be Achieved With My Discreet

Let him cook.

growing up as an imaginative single child, I loved to play with Barbies. I loved creating elaborate drama-filled storylines for them and I could keep at it for hours. there was one problem. I had like 15 thrift store Barbies and no Kens. I only had one Barbie-sized male doll and it was a collectible Elvis Presley doll and he was my favorite doll. I always did the Elvis voice when I was playing him but he had no relation to Elvis Presley otherwise. anyway, he had some crazy days. trapped on a scary planet where he is the only man in the world and half of the women there hate him. in a massive car accident and stranded in the woods with a girlfriend who had broken her foot and a crazy ex girlfriend who had stalked them there. kidnapped by Athena (one of my Barbie sized dolls was Athena, like, the goddess) and held captive by her while trying to go home to his 7 situationships. all of this happening to a guy who looks and sounds exactly like Elvis but is otherwise the quintessential everyman.

People died

not to be a slut but i would love to sleep next to someone

one hit & you'll be "puppying it up"

If your sub has autism and a humiliation kink all you need to do is say "look at me when I fuck you" and make them hold eye contact, and you'll have them melting every time I 100% guarantee

i want to say that i'm not easy but that's so wrong. one "good boy" and i'm rubbing my thighs together fantasising about getting my back blown out by you. two "good boy"s and my pants are suddenly gone. past three "good boy"s you could use me however you want

damn this joint is starting to taste like you should grab my wrists and pin me to the closest surface and feel me up and tell me all the fucked up things you wanna do to me ahahahahaha