Tracey does indeed sook the boaby rather well, but that’s only part of the package.
If you’re willing to tolerate a shy lass that’s painful to drag anything resembling conversation out of; a stinking fanny, that tastes worse than it smells & the surrounding area covered in sores/spots; having to remind her to put on a condom before sliding your cock into her pussy; kissing meeker than your Grandma; venturing to a shit hole part of town; baby stuff all over the flat; bit of a chubber and very plain looker...
If all of that is worth a decent blowie and CIM, then OP, fill your boots! Oh and she’ll happily tongue your arsehole without prompting!
Did all this happen to you, 115? Of course it did!
You’ve got ask yourself one question : Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?
Am I missing something here? Has the failed irony of hipsterism even extended to trolling now - i.e. make your input so naff and inept, because you're apparently too cool to care enough to engage your wit, but actually end up simply trolling yourself? Or is he just this shit?
The fact he can't even use the "quote" function aside, everything he says is effectively a Grandpa joke. But not like the politically incorrect, genuinely funny Grandpa who admirably doesn't give a fuck, but has his heart in the right place. More the miserable, old, cunt-like Grandpa, who'd only give you a pound note every Christmas, (regardless of age or year) leave you nothing but a stamp collection in his will, and thought this'd be more than enough because of the unwanted, dreadful attempts at humour, just like 115's, that he'd constantly try to enforce on you. Oh, and then old piece of shit would then expect you to do his garden for nothing. I'd say this is 115 down to a T.
