There comes a time in every woman’s life when she needs to let the fuck go and stop trying. The last drop of sex appeal dripped off her pussy years ago and now she is nothing but a dried up wasteland, but for some reason she just can’t accept that shit and sit back start knitting, you know letting her life leave the superficial, vain bullshit she’s been a part of for so long, Maybe her body brought her the good life years ago, back when she was nothing but an Olympic athlete groupie and not a piece of shit that was left in the sun too long to slowly rot and weather, and the real creepy thing in all this is that I’d totally go down on her for an hour at a time without fuckin’ question….and that weakness makes me hate myself more than I already do….
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