If it was pure gold, I’d get 50 claps and be on the top of the LGBTQ listings
If you really loved me, Chloe, you’d mail me your hot Cherokee husband.
The least you could do is ship me that hottie lil’ 90-pound brother-in-law of yours.
That’s exactly what I like, a tiny little man that I can flip over with one hand, who likes to clean, eats my cookin’, and fits in the overhead bin!
(With a big dick and a welcoming lil’ pucker.)