Everyone, good morning. Let's start your morning off with a.. (OnlyFans)

Everyone, good morning.  Let's start your morning off with a few inappropriate photos.  I do dig wearing these clothes out in town.  The first few times were a bit uncomfortable, but now I am all in.  Anyhow, I'm just not bothered anymore.  My slutty tendencies cause all these people to worry, then they go home and drink and drug themselves stupid.  I don't know...do we really need to worry about me?  Probably not.

Tinder has a cute little number that caught my eye.  The word little is not appropriate.  On Tinder, I got my eye on some big, fat cock attached to a dude!  Indeed, that would be a more accurate description.  Concerning the word "Indeed," have you seen the Indeed job advertisements?  "I need Indeed!" the guy says. The voiceover replies, "Indeed you do!"  Whatever.  Has the dude seen his commercial wife?  Tinder is what he needs.  She hasn't spread her legs in years to air out her dust box.  It should go, as he is looking at his commercial wife, "I need Tinder."  Then she sits down, and a dust cloud rises from her chair, and the voiceover can say, "Indeed you do!"  Commercials aren't my favorite these days.  Hot people in commercials aren't cool any longer.  The Walmart crowd is all we can see. When I watch a commercial, I expect perfect people with perfect bodies.  Those who are so far out of my league that I can only rub one out thinking about them.  Put the annoyingly perfect people back in, for fucks sake!  If not, why watch commercials?

My average person status is learned the hard way.  My fuck count is a little higher than the average chick, but I'm still just your average neighbor.  Yes, I shoot all kinds of naughty, shameless nude pictures and videos, as well as sucking dudes off in the parking lot.  I also mow my lawn, clean the house, grocery shop, pay the bills, deal with everyday bullshit.  I don't have people do these things for me.  Even if I could, I wouldn't.  I can do shit myself, and I don't need some ding dong doing it for me.  Where am I going with this?  If you snap me, tweet me, IG me, whatever me, just because you wrote to me when you are sporting a bonified steel-hard erection doesn't mean that I am.  Yes, I do get erections. Just like you, my clit is simply more petite.  My point is, just because you got a cummy brain doesn't mean I do or that I will suddenly develop it.  I wish I did, but this odd thing called life gets in the way. So, when I say no, it's no.  If you get insistent or pushy, so that you know, I look at your profile, and in my mind, you shrink down to a 3-inch whiny little bastard that needs flicking away.  All I am asking folks is if I say no, then it's no.  Don't go, "Pleeease!  just one!" It's okay to ask, but the answer is the answer.  Demand and you are instantly unimportant anymore.  With that said, feel free to follow me on Snapchat at brooketylergg. Just make sure you mention you are from OF's.  I do post plenty of good stuff on there.