I Feel Bigly Horny
This is my other account, the one I use to post my secrets in German, then blame uptheEndo with. Over here, I can confess my bigly urges and hide them from everyone else.
Oh how I miss my big black boyfriend's bigly boing-boing shoved up my moist tight bunghole! I must have been deeply in love with my big black boyfriend. But I got super jealous when my big black boyfriend knocked up my sissy, and fathered her bastard little boy. I thought for sure my big black boyfriend only wanted to boing-boing my superly bootilicious tight toot toot. My sissy got stuck raising a half breed bastard mutt after he took off.
**Maybe that's why I like wearing my Bernie Sanders thong backless gay men's panties at my Paris Tennessee brothel on Highway 69. I twerk my juicy bootilicious toot toot in front of my half breed mongrel nephew in hopes he'll give me a rusty trombone, like his n*¿¿€ฯ mac daddy used to. In the meantime, I make do with white gravy and getting stinkfaces from sweaty white fat twinks and fat old white bears. But there is an old white bear who is a dead ringer for my favorite god in the white house. And his name is also Joe. Joe has lost control over his bowel movements, and sometimes passes moist juicy ones in my face when he lets one rip, while he twerks on my face.
My first bigly gay sex experience was with a black man with a bigly schlong up my big fat juicy booty hole. I got a hugely super tingle up my loins. But I felt so guilty for having a bigly sensation that made me super moist.
Oh how I miss my big black boyfriend's bigly boing-boing shoved up my moist tight bunghole! I must have been deeply in love with my big black boyfriend. But I got super jealous when my big black boyfriend knocked up my sissy, and fathered her bastard little boy. I thought for sure my big black boyfriend only wanted to boing-boing my superly bootilicious tight toot toot. My sissy got stuck raising a half breed bastard mutt after he took off.
**Maybe that's why I like wearing my Bernie Sanders thong backless gay men's panties at my Paris Tennessee brothel on Highway 69. I twerk my juicy bootilicious toot toot in front of my half breed mongrel nephew in hopes he'll give me a rusty trombone, like his n*¿¿€ฯ mac daddy used to. In the meantime, I make do with white gravy and getting stinkfaces from sweaty white fat twinks and fat old white bears. But there is an old white bear who is a dead ringer for my favorite god in the white house. And his name is also Joe. Joe has lost control over his bowel movements, and sometimes passes moist juicy ones in my face when he lets one rip, while he twerks on my face.
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