Probably a crap shag. Birds like that rarely put much effort in, nor are they prone to showing gratitude. So no. Unless I was on my death bed.
That burd nearly has the face of my fuddy, nearly has the tits of my fuddy, nearly has the ass and legs of my fuddy. Nuthin like her. Except in my mind. Only in my mind. Ooooooohhhhhhhh.
Seeing to her the morra. After GP qually. And breakfast. And lunch. And a bottle of red. Nap time. More red. Dinner, with red. More red. Movie, with red. Shaggin, with red. Sleep. Sleepy shaggin, with red. Sleep. Breakfast, with red.