Team Mahogany

Jetfuel can't melt steel memes.

9/11 ign make all the kids click on gloryholefoundation.com

I spread my asscheeks for shrek

She sits across the room from him, heart racing. The nerves in her hands causing her glass to shake. There's almost no control and she can't quite get it together. The uncertaintly she feels is enormous, like the member she imagines is hidden behind his zipper. She takes a quick glance, her stomach drops and fills with nasuea. His hair gently quaffed to the side, his complexion perfect. A manner of attitude and confidence so great, her legs began to tremble. She consciously wonders if the stench she's emitting is giving away her desire, if it wasn't already obvious with her nervousness and obsession. He gently places down his phone on the table in front of him, looking up at her direction.

For a brief moment eye contact is made, which she quickly breaks; her face as red as her dress. Intrigued, the man in blue summons a smile. He finishes his double scotch and returns his phone to his inside pocket revealing abs and chest as chiseled and bold as a he were a model of a greek statue. She is overcome with intense arrousal so great, she's on the edge of orgasm. He stands from his seat, adjusting his jacket with the utmost grace. Behind her a waiter opens the door. Get on the floor. Everybody walk the dinosaur.

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