Why Women’s Panty Has A Greater Chance To Get Dirty, Filthy & Charcoal Black?
Men can’t win this
Have you ever noticed a sitting elephant waving its trunk left and right?
Don’t strain your gray cells. I provided a portrait to take my & your drone further. The head as the waist of your underwear with a trunk as the penis & the crotch is a pussy, both struggling in space constraint. As if unannounced, a duplex compartment withdrew, seized by surprise with a simplex plan.
Until puberty hasn’t encountered the girl, panties are blank sailcloth without any illegal marks. The puberty announcement welcomes unwanted dampening saliva that automatically inaugurates from two places in revolution — your mouth, uniting the vaginal in auto vacuum cleaning mode departing the panty in jeopardizing style. The slow leakage of blood sprinkler without boosting bodily flags conveys its red spots on the panty like a Dalmatian dog after Halloween brings his black spots painted red. The rubbing of the pussy on the panty foundation spreads adjacent with undesirable coupling between the two showing eternally a kissing affair published with extra sticky exudation.
If a panty is worn daily with so much torture, its lifespan can accurately endure calculated for 12 days before its funeral forever.
In venturing back with a stethoscope to the struggling blue underwear, the trunk stands uniquely regulated doesn’t confer any love towards underwear. If you have been lucky to be an explorer at an auction of Superman underwear, an exhibition of King’s underwear, or Male Strippers, fancy lingerie collapsed on your face will see leaky bottom affairs. The penis cradles aloft, barely saluting the underwear existence; the romance is with the back crack of the bum.
Henceforward, women need to own one panty for a day studying with a sewerage affair. Peering with a mouse hole romance; the men don’t even seem to be over the enchantment of constantly eyeballing stretch out of their penis minus underwear will do more justice.
