Q is real, but the plan sucks
henry, you are second to me. i'm the first.
also easily replaceable. continue acting. it suits you well.
it already happened on may 2 but you have to trust the plan because the world isn't ready for it yet or whatever
henry, when we meet, it might go in any of these three ways:
1) i cry
2) i kiss you
3) i punch you in the face
also i am serious about pompeo officiating.
pence lost the role of a lifetime by being lame.
so here's the updated plan henry…
one finger at first, then a second finger as you loosen me up
your hands on my hips as i ease myself down, as gently as possible to prevent any tearing (lol as if, i'd let you tear it up without any hesitation)
after what seems like an eternity, your fully engorged member is ensconced by the walls of my anal canal
your grip on my hips tightens as i begin to increase the pace, holding on to your massive hairy chesticles for more support
after a few position changes, i find myself with my back against the wall, my arms wrapped around your neck, as you lift me by my legs and continue to pump into me
i scream out OH HENRY! as you let out a deep guttural MOO, both of us spurting out creamy streams of the MILKY WAY
after we are both equally exhausted, i remind you that it is your birthday and that we must go to tito's tacos and get the enchiladas to celebrate!
in protest, you reply that neither of us will be able to bottom if we eat mexican food.
i respond, telling you that rules are rules and we are always obligated to celebrate cinco de mayo by eating mexican food on your birthday.
you MOO unhappily, saying it's not fair that you can't do what you want on your birthday.
i say, "deal with it you ungrateful cow!"