Jazz Cat. That's what it said. Yellow shirt, sparkle writing... I noticed her breasts from across the room. How could you not, they were massive. She, was also massive: a packed pile of flesh with blonde fuzz on top. I drained my shake and wondered: blonde on top, blonde down below? Or was she just too fat...
Date Written: January 10, 2008 Author:cuntry Average Vote: 2.25
Comments:
01/14/2008Marvin_Bernstein (1): its don rickles right
01/15/2008Master Bates (3.5): Starts out good but I don't get it