This slip of a thing is nothing but pure, orgasmic trouble.
Many thanks to Eye of the Hellhound
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Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Uh, Yah, We're Gettin' Our Tits
'Wha's 'at on yer face, Bunkus? Yer lookin' like you joost swallowed yer moom. Coom on over here and roob me thighs. Dun't woory bout Sister Sue, she slip'd a wumpus in 'er knickers this morn and she's good for loobrication, yah. Don't be shy now. We've had our shots, Spoojie."
Many Thanks to The Constant Buzz
Many Thanks to The Constant Buzz
Labels:
babes,
breasts,
humor,
lolita types,
sex,
sunglasses,
trouble,
UK types
Sunday, June 17, 2012
AKA Donna Lethal
Took this one from the blog Lethal Dose, where this lady's mugshot is the avatar. And what a sultry package of trouble Ms. Andrews must have been. If looks could kill.
Absolutely love the hairdo.
Absolutely love the hairdo.
Monday, January 23, 2012
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