DAILY SAVVY

idk about y'all but if a girl ever accused me of cheating and asked to smell my dick to check if I was cracking another chick, that's when I'd know she's crazy in love with me.
that level of desperation and primal instinct would turn me on like a stove connected to illegal electricity.
That's a wolf checking for unfamiliar scents to see if her territory has been tainted.
I'd slaughter a buffalo to thank my ancestors for blessing me with dick game enough to drive a woman that feral

“if she tells you stop, it means continue”

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