Oh, Dacry, I need to stop telling you things when you have tumblr open. So, hush, or I’m not coming to your playdate. And you’ll be sad.
My girl Ivy tells me she wants a glass of wine and someone eating her out.
I’m willing to volunteer, on the condition that she goes to the liquor store and asks them what wine goes well with pussy.
She assures me this will make her wonderfully blushy. I’m all for it.