Beichte von Nevaeh

NSA fun with a fun chick. 420 friendly and that can talk nasty to me.

Hello dears, After a long break due to an affair, I am free again and look forward to meet you. In person (preferably) in words (great) or picture (even better) your wet mouse!

I just want to find some love here, does true love still exists? But I don't mind some fun too ;)

I overhear my neighbor talking on the phone

Not much to write but as its mention tgat minimum 50 characters are compulsory so write it.there is always more than write something.

Are my thighs thick enough for you?

Hi there! I'm actually a very open person and as you can see, sweet as well 🙂 would be happy to be able to make some nice contacts here. If you have any questions, please get in touch with me. I am happy about every message.

Looking for a person who wants to share everything

Hey trying to find a woman to have some fun all entries welcome

I f18 confess my secret passion are old coins, unfortunately I just can't find anyone who doesn't laugh about it.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

Shoot me a message maybe I will reply!!!!!!!! Looking to meet new people with some of the same interest and like to have some fun

I wanted to bathe my dog and since he was wriggling, I fell into the tub too