I’m gonna look at a thousand man asses, and no one can stop me. No prison can contain my sight, and no petty morality prevent its line from landing upon man ass. They’ll write stories about me. Immortalize me as the indomitable ass glancer. And you’ll barely be a footnote in my chronicle.
Or maybe looking at a butt is inconsequential compared to actively listening to the human being attached to it. Not that that is necessarily happening here, what with the UK backsliding since this photo.
Why wouldn’t it? Looking at people, especially ones you’re physically attracted to, is simple biology. After all, we’re still pretty much primates, even if we humans are able to build and fly spaceships.
And that wouldn’t be OK either you fucking pervert
I’m gonna look at a thousand man asses, and no one can stop me. No prison can contain my sight, and no petty morality prevent its line from landing upon man ass. They’ll write stories about me. Immortalize me as the indomitable ass glancer. And you’ll barely be a footnote in my chronicle.
Or maybe looking at a butt is inconsequential compared to actively listening to the human being attached to it. Not that that is necessarily happening here, what with the UK backsliding since this photo.
Why wouldn’t it? Looking at people, especially ones you’re physically attracted to, is simple biology. After all, we’re still pretty much primates, even if we humans are able to build and fly spaceships.
People doesn’t exist for your pleasure.
Like instead of inviting a feminist activist, the porks invited the pretty actress so they can jerk off later?
Bitch please
They don’t exist for my pleasure, but I am allowed to find pleasure in them existing. Doesn’t mean I have to stare at them, let alone get touchy.