WILD THING, I THINK I LOVE YOU...
(does the back door even qualify as "wild" any more?)
BUT I WANNA KNOW FOR SURE...
(...what's it gonna be boy? YES--OR--NO??)
SO COME ON AND HOLD ME TIGHT...
(...can't...breathe...)
...I LOVE YOU...
(Holy S***! She's still got her clothes on!)
Happy Monday!
4 Comments:
Last one is nice hunky hawt!
She looks dead! Like her neck's been broken! I don't think my neck goes back that far.
HEE HEE! Methinks the Hershey Highway is indeed mundane now.
If there is one thing the West is famous for, it is ginormous yellow flowers big enough for couples to rest upon.
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