I usually stand in front of the big mirror in my room. I can see my whole body and measurements. My **** is a little bigger than average.
But that's not the point.
The point is that you can really get a good idea of what you look like whilst banging females. I always wonder whilst banging females "how do I look?". Now, with this mirror, I can see what parts I need to lose weight in, or where I could do with a few carbs.
The other week, I saw that my ass had a little bit of chunk around the back of my thighs. I went cycling for a few weeks.
Now guess who has the sexiest thighs and ass in my estate?
You got it in one.
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When I was younger, my Father used to point out little rolls of fat around my sides and abs. I used to smash the mirror with my fist and use the glass to shear parts of fat out of my body.
Then one day my Father told me I was too thin. He doesn't speak anymore, my Father. He just looks. Out of his new room. It's a small room. In fact, it's just a part of my room, boarded off. Nobody else is really allowed in there. My dad is always watching (not that he has eyelids to blink anymore). I have the only key. Women often wonder what my rooms musty, fleshy smell is. I tell them I have to look after my father. That he needs to be tended to often, and that he has problems which cause the stench.
Who are you watching?
But that's not the point.
The point is that you can really get a good idea of what you look like whilst banging females. I always wonder whilst banging females "how do I look?". Now, with this mirror, I can see what parts I need to lose weight in, or where I could do with a few carbs.
The other week, I saw that my ass had a little bit of chunk around the back of my thighs. I went cycling for a few weeks.
Now guess who has the sexiest thighs and ass in my estate?
You got it in one.
..
When I was younger, my Father used to point out little rolls of fat around my sides and abs. I used to smash the mirror with my fist and use the glass to shear parts of fat out of my body.
Then one day my Father told me I was too thin. He doesn't speak anymore, my Father. He just looks. Out of his new room. It's a small room. In fact, it's just a part of my room, boarded off. Nobody else is really allowed in there. My dad is always watching (not that he has eyelids to blink anymore). I have the only key. Women often wonder what my rooms musty, fleshy smell is. I tell them I have to look after my father. That he needs to be tended to often, and that he has problems which cause the stench.
Who are you watching?
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