So the other day I'm getting a lap dance at my house from some chick. She's actually really nice and was dressed sexy as hell. Unfortunately, when she straddled me, I smelled something. The truth is I didn't know whether it was her twat or the house so I got turned off. Anyway, my point is that if it were Hilary Duff, I wouldn't care what it smelled like. I would love it and eat it. Either hole.
Friday, February 5, 2010
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