Lady Pewdelia fretted in front of the mirror, turning this way and that while biting her lower lip. That day she was to meet Lord Cryoticsworth, and she had to look her very best.
“We need to get more petticoats all up in this bitch,” thought Pewdelia to herself. “Twleve looks okay, but with twenty four I’ll look dainty as fuck!”
How's that for an opener?
“We need to get more petticoats all up in this bitch,” thought Pewdelia to herself. “Twleve looks okay, but with twenty four I’ll look dainty as fuck!”
How's that for an opener?
