Here’s my dream girl Cora Keegan, who I can’t stand, but who I want to get pregnant, even though I haven’t got her pregnant because she’s the kind of hooker with too high of a day rate.
The good news is that I can still write her love songs, poetry, while I masturbate filled with rage to her pictures, imagining what could have been if only she let me abduct her before she became famous.
The other good news, is that I can still try to negotiate a fair price for how much she’d sell her worn, ideally still wet from getting fucked, but not with celebrity semen panties…that I can sniff and more importantly try to scrape DNA samples from to clone her and have a Cora Keegan of my own…only my Cora Keegan will have a way better personality, sense of humor, and overall attitude, especially when it comes to riding my face until she squirts.
Cora Keegan is inspiring…even if she’s always making that stupid half opened mouth face…which conveniently is a perfect amount of open for my dick-clit to fit in…but that’s not the point, the point is that she’s a magical experience…that I have got personal time and emotions invested, making her far better than these pictures represent.
Cora, if you’re out there, I hope your plane crashes, not in a “if I can’t have you no one can” kind of way, because I don’t give a fuck who your groupie ass is fucking, but because I like you enough to fuck while dead, in an “over my dead body” now your dead kind of way…you are the gateway corpse to a life of necrophilia. shit…