When is the last time you bent over in front of a mirror, stared into the reflection of your butthole and softly whispered to that pretty pucker, “I love you”. I would argue, out of no personal bias whatsoever, that it was nowhere near recent […]
When is the last time you bent over in front of a mirror, stared into the reflection of your butthole and softly whispered to that pretty pucker, “I love you”. I would argue, out of no personal bias whatsoever, that it was nowhere near recent […]