She's a homebody, but everybody know the addy...They may stay out the bar, clubs, etc, but you can bet your ass she's having all types of dudes slide through.

Need pics of homebody sloots...

Pics ?

So a bar, club, etc going sloot is better?

See Krackerjacked‘s sig

Not me sir I'm just over here with my embroidery and amish romance novels hehe

Not saying one is better, but at least the club girl isn't misrepresenting herself...see belowThat's what they all say

You always have to take it too far lolI'm different!!!!

Nah. I like to play in the yard and fix up the house. I rarely read books anymore, but if I'm going to invest time in a romance novel it's not going to be "Amish".

ETA:I enjoy the occasional sexy read, not badly written trash.

Why are you suddenly warning us of this?

And I agree. I lol while swiping on dating apps because I see some hoe saying "I don't go out to clubs or bars, homebody lol hehehehe". But then she got her booty hangin' out in nearly every photo thirst trappin' as if she wants every man in the vicinity to stop by and get a taste.

Salutes gonna Salute

I bet every time is the first time you've ever done something..."Play in the yard"...You aren't slick...

Sorry breh...I was slackin...I'm back now. Same girl having every trap lord and PPP scammers wifi password in 3 counties.

I would NEVER

who do you think I am

I...I...don't know anymore... What happened to good ole culinary goddess RR?

na, but homebody usually means future fat body, if she isnt already. Plus, who wants to be with someone boring AF. hobbies= netflix, eating, sitting, being a slob. no thx jeff.

Good. Even easier to smashmaxx

i like to count cash at home

netflix and getting raw uber meats delivered everyday

Wrong. Some are about getting impregnated against their will by conservative Christian Chads like in the Handmaid's tale. They knew exactly what they were doing making the guy a Chad, his wife a gigastacy and the main character a 3/10. It's so plain looking women could self insert and pretend to cuck Stacy

Lest we forget:

Can you give me cliffs?

No way I'm clicking that and screwing up my youtube recommendations

What if you’re a male homebody and you like to stay home and do arts and crafts?
No baking anymore? Sad!

Hope to one day achieve romance novel cover body status.

I think if you give it a thumbs down it doesn't mess with the algos, but here's the excerpt:

"Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.

“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs."

how many sl00ts do you have passing through the IlChosenOne ranch?

Literally just matched with this one lmao.

you're different...you're just boring

Got any more of them pics dere mang?

Smoke often, drink often, homebody...