Thomas Dyk, riding love's wondrous moanthing and engulfing its likeness in salubrious suck, is one of our great angels of cock in all positions and infusions of its grace. A radiant top, himself, of utterly dauntless dick and exuberant propulsion, he assuages all compulsion from the cock that seeks his craving delectations. I give you the grateful polio prince (is this not what the car suggests?) as the Dykslot glides his hot-urethra'd heavething with that solace born of long and loving travels in its service, the Thomasdick filling his astounded hands with grafted gladness to assimilate his fuck to its very roots. And of this twanging suckpith: who could harbour the slightest doubt of its delirious delight to wear the lips that slaked more penis slidings than their tidings ever spewed, to take the slop of succulence from hangers where it's brewed?
Darling blooming dollops for suckle, each lozenge lovingly unwrapped and luscious to envelope in quest of its lavish treaclee, knowing that the first will be replenished as the last is lushly drained, as the mask is passsed amongst them for all to extrude the plumsome pith in precious reciprocity. A very traditional guytime treat.
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That final picture, blind taste test...those guys are INTO it, so very hard and eager!
Thomas Dyk, riding love's wondrous moanthing and engulfing its likeness in salubrious suck, is one of our great angels of cock in all positions and infusions of its grace. A radiant top, himself, of utterly dauntless dick and exuberant propulsion, he assuages all compulsion from the cock that seeks his craving delectations. I give you the grateful polio prince (is this not what the car suggests?) as the Dykslot glides his hot-urethra'd heavething with that solace born of long and loving travels in its service, the Thomasdick filling his astounded hands with grafted gladness to assimilate his fuck to its very roots. And of this twanging suckpith: who could harbour the slightest doubt of its delirious delight to wear the lips that slaked more penis slidings than their tidings ever spewed, to take the slop of succulence from hangers where it's brewed?
Darling blooming dollops for suckle, each lozenge lovingly unwrapped and luscious to envelope in quest of its lavish treaclee, knowing that the first will be replenished as the last is lushly drained, as the mask is passsed amongst them for all to extrude the plumsome pith in precious reciprocity. A very traditional guytime treat.
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