The hell with her foot...what I want to know is whether her boobs are real or not. I'm leaning that way but they could also just be a really, really good boob job.
Whatever it is about this thread that's pulling the Jedi mind trick on the mods (Alpha:"You don't need to click on this thread..." bishoptl:"I don't need to click on that thread") well done!
*mental note to check out all threads involving words "hoof rumour"*
Most teenie web-porn chicks don't do much for me, but that Christina is pretty cute.
The hell with her foot...what I want to know is whether her boobs are real or not. I'm leaning that way but they could also just be a really, really good boob job.
Whatever it is about this thread that's pulling the Jedi mind trick on the mods (Alpha:"You don't need to click on this thread..." bishoptl:"I don't need to click on that thread") well done!
You can't cover your face. It's pixels on a screen producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons paying fees to view their fantasies in you. This makes them entitled and determined to own a piece of you. "Make her hands smell like coins!" Soiled dollars touching young skin. Bills dripping with milk. Shutters click as she bites her lip. "Please take my picture now. Don't look at me. Just let the camera peek. Replace what eyes would see. I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay. The camera's lens feels like a stranger's touch. This barter/exchange leaves a bulge in your pants. I need the money now, so don't judge me." It looks like you have things under control. Your legs spread. Your crotch splayed open like a coin purse waiting for the money shot. You can't cover your flesh; it doesn't belong to you. It's been traded like steaks over chopping blocks. Your face in pixels drips static sex for sale.
Generally, I can. Her's almost looked too perfectly-formed. The two pics above (which I had to quickly scroll past at work) are definitely conclusive though.
You can't cover your face. It's pixels on a screen producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons paying fees to view their fantasies in you. This makes them entitled and determined to own a piece of you. "Make her hands smell like coins!" Soiled dollars touching young skin. Bills dripping with milk. Shutters click as she bites her lip. "Please take my picture now. Don't look at me. Just let the camera peek. Replace what eyes would see. I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay. The camera's lens feels like a stranger's touch. This barter/exchange leaves a bulge in your pants. I need the money now, so don't judge me." It looks like you have things under control. Your legs spread. Your crotch splayed open like a coin purse waiting for the money shot. You can't cover your flesh; it doesn't belong to you. It's been traded like steaks over chopping blocks. Your face in pixels drips static sex for sale.
You can't cover your face. It's pixels on a screen producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons paying fees to view their fantasies in you. This makes them entitled and determined to own a piece of you. "Make her hands smell like coins!" Soiled dollars touching young skin. Bills dripping with milk. Shutters click as she bites her lip. "Please take my picture now. Don't look at me. Just let the camera peek. Replace what eyes would see. I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay. The camera's lens feels like a stranger's touch. This barter/exchange leaves a bulge in your pants. I need the money now, so don't judge me." It looks like you have things under control. Your legs spread. Your crotch splayed open like a coin purse waiting for the money shot. You can't cover your flesh; it doesn't belong to you. It's been traded like steaks over chopping blocks. Your face in pixels drips static sex for sale.
You can't cover your face. It's pixels on a screen producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons paying fees to view their fantasies in you. This makes them entitled and determined to own a piece of you. "Make her hands smell like coins!" Soiled dollars touching young skin. Bills dripping with milk. Shutters click as she bites her lip. "Please take my picture now. Don't look at me. Just let the camera peek. Replace what eyes would see. I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay. The camera's lens feels like a stranger's touch. This barter/exchange leaves a bulge in your pants. I need the money now, so don't judge me." It looks like you have things under control. Your legs spread. Your crotch splayed open like a coin purse waiting for the money shot. You can't cover your flesh; it doesn't belong to you. It's been traded like steaks over chopping blocks. Your face in pixels drips static sex for sale.
Whatever it is about this thread that's pulling the Jedi mind trick on the mods (Alpha:"You don't need to click on this thread..." bishoptl:"I don't need to click on that thread") well done!
You can't cover your face. It's pixels on a screen producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons paying fees to view their fantasies in you. This makes them entitled and determined to own a piece of you. "Make her hands smell like coins!" Soiled dollars touching young skin. Bills dripping with milk. Shutters click as she bites her lip. "Please take my picture now. Don't look at me. Just let the camera peek. Replace what eyes would see. I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay. The camera's lens feels like a stranger's touch. This barter/exchange leaves a bulge in your pants. I need the money now, so don't judge me." It looks like you have things under control. Your legs spread. Your crotch splayed open like a coin purse waiting for the money shot. You can't cover your flesh; it doesn't belong to you. It's been traded like steaks over chopping blocks. Your face in pixels drips static sex for sale.