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Pendejo... You're killing me.


I put these pictures up for YOU (mostly)

and I kept myself biblically clean from any other pendejo, and trust me Pendejo, there were many who wanted to offer me more than just a churro.

But I said NO! I didn't even flinch. It didn't matter how long I would have to wait, I waited Pendejo.

Well I'm flinching; I'm fucking TWITCHING!

I can't deal with you sex-starving me. I think I'm going to start looking for someone who would actually take the time out their day to fuck me all the time.

Call me needy, but at least CALL me.

I wanted to keep it TIGHT! for YOU!

But you're just never going to come around, even though you say you will.

No pendejo, no. I can't go for nearly three months without any tenderness. You keep fucking your putas, pendejo, so you don't know what that feels like at all.

But I'll give you one more chance. Secretly, of course. One more chance.


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