FemDoms are always on the lookout for fresh meat. I don’t care if you’re old, fat, looking like a hairy woman with your breasts jiggling to and fro; I am going to love you like the child my feeble womb could never harbour. Sometimes I become angry when you don’t love me back, and even though I know you haven’t suffered the same as I have and will never understand– I have to give it to you anyway, because I need you to know I exist.
for relief:
I’m not a fan of Dillion Harper but this is ok to me. I’m not a fan of dick tables, period.