Angry Review: Milfs VS Zombies



When I was twelve years old, I was into baseball. I was pretty good, too. I could pitch, catch, infield, outfield and I could definitely bat. I was a switch hitter, which isn’t as sexual as it sounds. It simply means that I could successfully bat in both the right, and left-handed batting stances. Once, I was doing some batting practice with a teammate, and the ball hit my finger while I was gripping an aluminum baseball bat. My finger exploded, there was blood and gore and fatty tissue all over my shirt, the tip of my finger was broken Read the Sexy

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