2 thoughts on “Tuesday Babes. Is Inky Kinky?”

  1. Littering those luscious integuments with dull smudges of unnatural staining is like painting flames on a Rolls or a mustache on the Virgin Mary. It’s like watching a beautiful sunset through a cracked, bug-smeared windshield in a shitstorm.

    To me they’re saying “Hey, Dude . . . wanna see me pick my nose, chug a beer, and piss up a rope?”

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