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Lol at my sources in LA tell me Mora is rubbing people the wrong way.
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She looks like a deer with eyes set that wide apart.
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I love the dig in grip on the shoulder ... that's straight up ballin'
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Also like the fact that Lindsey is 5'8" and Kim's at least 2-3 inches shorter ...
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It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"
As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!
Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!
Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.
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POTDDardanus said:It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"
As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!
Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!
Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.
Just what I'm hearing.
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who is lindsay? she poast here?
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That............Dardanus said:It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"
As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!
Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!
Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.
Just what I'm hearing.
was beautiful.
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Thanks. Increasing my effort because I whiffed on a PLSS repoast yesterday and felt like a fucking idiot.koopdog said:
That............Dardanus said:It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"
As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!
Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!
Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.
Just what I'm hearing.
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Love me some self awareness.Dardanus said:
Thanks. Increasing my effort because I whiffed on a PLSS repoast yesterday and felt like a fucking idiot.koopdog said:
That............Dardanus said:It looks like Kim is really concentrating....trying to figure out if this will be the time he gets an unassisted erection. Look at those dead little eyes. He's staring at the camera, but you know he's not thinking about the picture. He's thinking, "c'mon, you can do it! Smell her neck! Don't lose focus, Griswold...you've still got it!"
As he squeezes her shoulder just a little harder, he forgets what his mouth is doing, and it opens halfway in something vaguely resembling a smile. His mouth is to smiling what Christopher Reeve is to tap dancing. But no matter...he can't think about his mouth right now...he needs to think about her mouth, dammit! It's going to happen, he just needs to believe!
Nope. Deader than Doxey down there. This isn't working....he's going to have to use heavy weaponry. He just needs to think of Sark's office! His bread and butter! Yes...that's it! Getting close now!
Just as he feels a hint of movement in his track sweats, Fetters approaches from his side, sweat dripping off his nose into a plate of nachos. Shit. Lindsey's asking him to let go of her shoulder now. For a split second he tries to hang on, but she starts to look upset, so he lets go. Oh well. Maybe he'll just head to Joey's for old times sake. Too bad no one recognizes him anymore.
Just what I'm hearing.
was beautiful.
You should pass some around to the vaginitis inflicted members round here... might save a few from falling overboard a la CollegeDoog, Lil Jimmy and ID22.
