Every Time Lesbians Kiss, Another Angel Gets Their Wings

I wonder if, after our boisterous and loud lovemaking, Jodie Gasson would make me some fucking pancakes? Something tells me she would. I find her chub adorable. I want to cover her with Nutella and then remove it with my tongue. I want to make a banana split on her ass. I’d fuck her in a tub full of Cap’n Crunch. For some reason, every time I see her I get hungry. The combination of hungry and horny does weird things to your brain.