*cracks the door slightly to make sure the butt-obsessed one isn't around :fear: notices it's safe to walk in on her tippy-toes, while breathin' a sigh of relief.............only to read his stuff yet again :doh:
Bbbbbbut, bbbbut you got to see some arses, right?
And when you said u hadn't seen any butts (which I beg to question btw - aren't you like 120 or something?) surely you didn't mean mine, did ya? Now listen here mister, I don't what kind of donkeys you've met before, but I don't go around showin' my assets to any stranger. I've met you online like 5 days ago or somethin'
Plus, my plebe derriere is only in the service of king Michael, to whom I've been trying to provide some bootey-shake lessons for over a decade now, every since I saw this lil' attempt from him
I know he could move and groove and stuff and I completely agree with the message of it all, but his execution isn't exactly a 10/10. He really needed my services in order to improve his level :innocent: And just y'all know -
If you don't love me is the absolute bestest tune possible for practicing that. I can testify to it
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Sneaks out the door yet again, all covered up from head to toe, cause in today's world of electrical eyes and ears everywhere one can never be too cautious*