Jasmine Flowing Wells Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

Becoming a Whore

After about 2 minutes my juices came flowing out of me. She told me that she wanted to cum too, so instintively I fingered her until she came. We were both.

Then, there's the Flowing River. I like sittin' by it at Fuzzy Bend. Its water flows like a soft lullaby. Ever seen sunsets on it? They're like—oooo, just like Spike Lee's flick, "25th Hour." I'm droppin' phrases – "Time is a construct," ya feel me? It's like that movie tells ya. Kinda deep, huh?

Sunnyside comes out on top at the 57th Flowing Wells Invitational