Tara Reid was at some party and I thought she was trying to seduce the bottles of booze, at least it looks like she’s coming onto it pretty hard, all pussy out and ready to take it all in, but it turns out she’s got a new man and his name is Michael Axtmann….

Now, Michael Axtmann is a really lucky guy. Not only did he get Tara Reid ten years after her prime, you know so that he doesn’t have to deal with pretty much anyone wanting to fuck her, except for maybe a few latch-ons who can’t let go, because after years of hard drinking and drug use while not working, people tend to forget about you, as long as they are OCD creepy chronic masturbations, but he also gets Carson Daly’s sloppy fuckin’ seconds and that’s something I’m not too sure I’d be able to live with, I’m talking murder suicide after someone tells me a bitch I am with banged Carson Daly, no matter how much younger or crazier she was. Not to mention everytime he pulls down her pants, not only does he see Carson lookin’ back at him, but he also realizes he’s hallucinating thanks to whatever fumes she’s got seeping out of her pussy, pores and pretty much all her orifices as her body tries to eliminate the pollution.

I guess the good news for her is that he’s German and has no problem with the fact that she’s lost control of her bowels, if anything that’s probably the reason why he’s with her…

And here she is in shorts and I think I’m in love.

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