I could see that truncheon swinging from a mile off (no glasses needed ). Delectable.
Maybe the real function of the glasses is as a shield to stop his colossal schlong hitting him in the eyes when he's walking
Those glasses need to be binned. They're like something Putin would pick for him. Rank.
Take them off, gorgeous darling (along with everything else you're wearing )
Special air raid siren going off to indicate that the crotch area of his trousers is about to split open. Roberta hoping to catch an eyeful in the dungeon of filth. Lucky bish.
When he looks at her and says her name...
Complete and utter unabashed saucy filth. My screen fogged up with it.
Needless to say, Roberta is rendered completely incapable of uttering a sound in response. Full on fanny paralysis.
When he looks at her and says her name...
Complete and utter unabashed saucy filth. My screen fogged up with it.
Needless to say, Roberta is rendered completely incapable of uttering a sound in response. Full on fanny paralysis.