Foulfoulstories: Her Thoughts Were In A Puddle In The Bottom Of Her Head. His Cock Had Turned Them To Paste, Then To Something Less Than Paste. They Could Barely Even Be Called ‘Thoughts’ Anymore. ‘Thoughts’ Were Something People Had, And She’d
foulfoulstories: Lacey used to complain about the noise he made when he brought girls home. She liked to think of herself as a reasonable housemate but it was just starting to get ridiculous; the noises coming out of some of those girls was unreal someti
