Defending my newfound Ann-Margret fetish
God dammit, Nips. NOT Ann-Margret NOW, Ann-Margret circa 1964. (And yeah, I don't understand the hyphen either. But that's her name. Whatever.) So, I feel obligated to defend myself. Observe:





Now, let's see if that worked...
2 Comments:
It's bad enough you developed a fetish for an 80 year old woman. The worse part is that she was never attractive.
She had a weird face and an odd personality, but nice tits.
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