At this point, the only reason I’m still in fucking Grants Pass is because I promised a group of ladies that came to the park one day that I would be in church on Sunday.
I’m going to church in the morning, then I’m fucking leaving. I dare any one of you to message me after I leave here and ask me for a mother fucking thing—
Deep throat, no gag reflex, best blowjob available on the planet. NO INCALL. I check my messages the usual way, not some fancy inbox, hit me up there—
