WILD BANGBROS – Sexy Latina Claudia Bavel Gets Nailed On A Lonely Road

D. And do you know what she called her chair? Xhamster . . . . . . . …Her Chair-riot…. When I was in my senior year of high school, my Granny had a massive stroke. D’andre, D’andre please be there today. “Better now that I see your smiling face.”
“Wonderful! “How are you today, Sunshine?” D’andre asks. If I had a time machine, I never would have allowed myself to be in that place when the accident occurred. She took what happened to her and made the best out of it. “Why does God hate me?” I say out loud. I want to look good for D’andre, he is my imaginary boyfriend. You really don’t understand at all.” I bark back. I don’t believe that any of this is helping, not one damn bit. I smile. I hate my life. He takes control of my chair, moving me outside of the therapy building into their flower garden. Maybe I will see D’andre. I smile. Thank you D’andre.” I reply. Thank you D’andre.” I reply. The Chair
By PABLO DIABLO
Copyright 2018
As I woke this morning, I was hoping things in my life had changed. The squeak of my body being plunked down into my cage, my jail. Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? I like chatty. because of her stroke, she viewed being in a wheelchair as being a Roman Princess in her Chariot. D. My mind rages on. They are nice enough, but not very chatty.