Now look what I've gone and done. You already know what the future is going to be like. Another morning, afternoon, and evening of canceled plans, nothing but my page, your dick in your hand,
You know that your clinging on to this make-believe about "spending plans" isn't going to last much longer. Because your cock's just aching for my little tits, and just aching for the next send. Cutting into your grocery bill, the last of your ration
