Luan makes my cock feel funny, no bones about it. She has an egg-cellent sense of humor, so it's no stretch to say I find her act hen-tertaining, but that's not all: I can't fly away from fowl thoughts!
It's an egg-regious, all consuming clucklust. Yes, I want to rubber - but I'm too chicken to even thigh. In the end I'm but a paltry poultry poltroon. What makes this plucky little chick special, anyway? Her breasts are barely A-coop, her thighs are skinny, and her wings aren't too hot, either; so why do I want to drum my stick in her nugget bowl? Why do I beat my yolk at the thought of whisking her away, and quite possibly saying "Feather-thee-well!" to my freedom in the process?
Well, I guess it's just because she's 'K.F.C.'!