Im so fucking horny for Kennedi. I want to fuck a coked-out tumblr hipster DIY aesthetic astrology thot in her mouth. I want to cum all over a girl with a scrawny body laid on on some cheesy rug in some slimy house in SF. Every time I hear the scrawny braindead slutty wiccan minx mention "sex work is bad," "people really like trying to defend their liking for pedophilic 'kawaii' stuff using fakedeep philosophical and mental health and gender jargon huh :( it's not subversive or artful," "my best friends are canadian," or "john maus" I get an uncontrollable urge to run up to her and fondle her flat chest and scrawny thighs. I want to pour my white olive oil onto her neotenous face. I want to finger Kennedi thru her jean overalls while pretending to be interested while she talks about john maus and bladee and how david foster wallace fans suck and gilles deleuze and VICE news and 'the casa' in calgary, alberta and inspector gadget and homeopathy and saveur magazine and taking adderall to pass exams. IM SO. Fucking. Horny.