Ellen is one of those great fugly hawt women who you always secretly suspected loved the dick. They run around behind their Front Line Defense of Diesel Dykes and SJW Cheerleaders, but in their private life, every few weeks they are importing the D.
Now that she has admitted her proclivity for D, I want to love her. And I want her to love me. I want us to be the best human partners we can be, and move on into the next chapter of child rearing and parenting. I hope one of her interns reads Voat.
How I see it is we are just so deeply in love because everything is so perfect. Definitely we do a lot of dancing and maybe some heart to hearts on the couch - but in our private time it is all about the cat and mouse game of me trying to do some Deep-Dicking. Sometimes we will fight, I mean full on Jackie Chan launching off the couches. One day under the audience chairs everyone will get a Glock like if Oprah filmed in Compton.
I'm not gonna lie, sometimes Ellen is gonna beat me. But I love a woman who can take a punch.
I want to enable Ellen Degeneres, because she has a beautiful mind, a beautiful spirit. She is an amazing person, and I honestly believe she has a genetic predisposition to being more of an X than an XY, but she got guts instead of nuts.
I don't care. She's pretty, I'd hang out and see how we could best satisfy eachother's needs. I mean, no pegging, [or very little, I aint proud, she's rich after all].
tldr;
As a fairly basic heterosexual Homo-Sapien I am willing to break off a piece of Ellen Degeneres, or let her break off a piece of our love. For science.
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[–] 11431720? [S] 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
She would make that face for the cameras, but when they were off, it would be the same face for a different reason.