come to brazil

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.

HIT OR MISS

diego armando lopes

Why are you lick this?

meu pau na sua bunda