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Here are five short clips I took fooling around in a dress someone sent me off of Amazon.  I dig the dress.  I plan on wearing it out just like this Friday night!  Should be able to wrangle me up a fresh twentysomething piece of meat.  I don't care who the root is attached to as long as it's steely hard and fully loaded.  Hardness is important.  The harder, the better.  You guys get all worried about size when it's tensile strength you should be concerned with.  I want to be able to hang my .50 Cal from it if you know what I mean.  Guys with big dicks will read this and be like, what a bitch!  I'm not a bitch.  I am the teller of unfortunate truths...thank you very much.  I'll give you that softer ones are better for blowing; they bend and make curves better.  But when it cums to digging around in my belly...I want it hard.  Sometimes they get so hard I can see the head moving around in my stomach.  That's awesome!

I hate it when people ask me what I'm doing tomorrow.  I don't need that kind of pressure.  I don't even know what I'm doing right now, much less tomorrow.  You are stressing me out, you bastards!

I know a girl in porn who somehow has everything in her life going wrong.  Even when it's going right, she will ensure it will go wrong.  It's how she gets through the day, I guess.  It gets tiresome, though.  I like shit to run smoothly.  When the shit hits the fan or the condom breaks, I yell, "Plot twist!" and move on.  It seems like sound logic, and it's always worked for me.  I do fix my problems.  I wouldn't have a combined credit score over 800 if I didn't.  See how I tooted my own horn there?  Meh,...I am super proud of my credit rating.  I have been financially embarrassed with the best of them over the years, but always dusted myself off and kept going.  Where am I going with this?  I don't have a fucking clue.  Wait...I guess I kind of do.  I stay away from "Still People."  Still complaining, still hating, still broke, still stationary, still nowhere.  They will freeze you right up with them.

I got an email asking why I tend to write as if dicks are independent of their owner.  To me, they are.  No matter what the owner of said penis says, his dick does what I tell it to, not him.  That should clear up any misconceptions some of you may have had.  I have had boyfriends who were just along for the ride.  I never listened to them, didn't do anything they wanted, didn't care one bit about their feelings.  I wasn't dating them.  I was dating their cock.  Sometimes balls as well.  Sounds mean, but really it's the best relationship in the world.  No dinner dates, movies, cuddling, just me and your dick doing whatever we like for a few hours, and then you are free to go.  As long your dick successfully pumped a gallon of jizz in me, that is.  If not, you might be hanging around waiting for a while.  I mean, why else would I invite your dick over?

Catch you all later!

Brooke!