Our apartment complex is serious about some landscaping, dude. Every single morning someone is outside at 7am with some sort of loud machinery to totally fuck my David Bowie sex dreams. I mean, Bowie is popping glitter out his crotch, and then: *NUUUUR GUUUUUR BLOW BLOW BLOW* Luckily, I’ve beaten the system. I don’t sleep anymore! I just read literotica Labyrinth FF and eat egg rolls. Don’t judge me. :3
My vagina demands an explanation as to why you’re not in it, Jareth.
… You don’t want to play this game!