I hate guys who talk about when they jerk off. I just find it irritating conversation, not cuz it’s gay or cuz it turns me on, but because I don’t really care about when you’ve lowered yourself to your carnal urges and found a quiet and private corner to go at yourself like some kind of monkey in the fucking zoo. I don’t know why anyone would ever talk to their buddies about that shit. It’s just weird….that was until today, because back in 1997 when I had very few options cuz of no internet, no DVD or VHS player and no magazines, I jerked off to Mel B’s tits in the Spice Girl videos. We have gone a long way from being able to get off to some 28 year old’s hard nipples in a green tank top to now only being able to get off to throat fucking in circus costume porn cuz I’ve been desensitized….or maybe it’s cuz Mel B looks like a fucking monster and couldn’t keep me mesmorized with her titties…but the good news is that as fetishes change…maybe monster looking women will be the new throat fucking. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
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Mel B is a Monster who Walks the Street of the Day
