The highlight of my life wasn’t sitting on a couch next to Katy Perry, if anything it depressed me because she’s clearly confused about her fame and fortune – or what to do with it – and is trying to find some sense of normalcy that I should have presented her on my hand in the form of my load for her to insert in herself after rubbing her clit with it- to make me a child with a famous and rich set of tits…
I just felt she was easily manipulated by assholes who know how to manipulate weirdo girls who grew up in a cult…and that she was large, like real large, those tits don’t even look like the watermelons they are while presented against her broad back…
So seeing her flash her panties for Orlando Bloom – knowing he’s gaming her hard – to fuck with her head because he’s a manipulative spoiled entitled actor…reacting to his ex wife remarrying someone better than him…makes me sad…because it’s not her flashing her tits…