Jen Juice

if it wasn’t for this methodical wrinkle in my dick i wouldn’t even bother jotting down these few digs..
i can’t even explain how time slips from my neck as the slime soothes my throat.
some mechanical feature i can’t explain and won’t even try to.
not a lot of chivalry thinking about this mindless god of slippery bed springs
but i’ll forgive the manufacturer this time.
it’s not every day you find a squeaky tube of toothpaste that doesn’t scream
like the r that doesn’t work on my typew*ite*

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