Remember in days of yore when topics were not everlasting yet video game cleavage was? Alas, grand times they were! I remember a topic three, for three parts they be, about a lass with great...talent, you see. I recall her name to be Tifa, and it still is, so they say; a lamb with a rack the size of Bombay. Ev'ry nerd in the land had her mount on the wall, and nigh would bring closure to doors in the hall. There in the dark, save light from a candle, the fair maiden seized girth, and gave all it could handle. A collective moan was let loose, like a nasal-stuffed goose, and balls that were blue were most assuredly renewed.
Praise be the angel who puts forth what was given her so as to thriven our desire for self-afflicting pleasure.
To Tifa! Innocent Lamb of the Jerk Off Rag! El Whore Extraordinairé! May her dirty pillows turn hard and fall in the sea!
P.S.: Don't let Funk see this or he'll kill me!
Most sincerely yours,
Gwommy
Praise be the angel who puts forth what was given her so as to thriven our desire for self-afflicting pleasure.
To Tifa! Innocent Lamb of the Jerk Off Rag! El Whore Extraordinairé! May her dirty pillows turn hard and fall in the sea!
P.S.: Don't let Funk see this or he'll kill me!
Most sincerely yours,
Gwommy
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