I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. Y’know, when I left the the house today I was thinking, damn, I hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some f*cking hallway. And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I’m talkin’ watermelon in the thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the sh*t out of me. I mean I hope I p*ss myself. I hope I p*ss myself and you call me your little “peepee p*ssp*ss boy.” I want you to f*ck me up. I mean I want you to make me your b*tch. Your little peepee-p*ss-myself-b*tch. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like… weirdly embarrassing, unsanitary too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? I mean, I’m a real freak, I’m not normal. Ma’am, please, you have to destroy me.

you smelled good yesterday

how often do you cut your toenails? and can i also get the extras via mail?

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You're so beautiful please be my girlfriend

:D