There's a glorious loveliness hanging from that assboy in the blue stripes at the wall. But he's gorgeous all over, and he will need all that ass to assimilate how lovely he is, one astounded stroke of disbelieving penis at a time. You pray with every withdrawal of your cock to find his secret dangling from the notch of your extruded fuckhead, only to return its reeking, seeking sensor to his ass, and press it past that slipknot to dig deeper for its fount. Where is it, that this pretty godmale comes from?
The assfeast godgift of fuckhole's fairest slickflesh from Bel Ami is not a repast to last more than an hour or two, before the halberd horned to heal the suckling seal commands its substitution for tongue's zeal in steeper soothings of that slot. Every moment, therefore, of mouth's mendicancy is heightened in its treasurings by virtue of their transitional quality, even as love's penis' habitation in succession is ephemerally leased. But hope springs eternal, that the ordeal of cock will one day be blessed with endless embrace of fuck, and so, as in The Great Gatsby, "we beat on, boats against the current..." And that is one great ass to keep hope alive. :)
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The first picture, such a beautiful view. I hope he is planning on getting into that sling!
There's a glorious loveliness hanging from that assboy in the blue stripes at the wall. But he's gorgeous all over, and he will need all that ass to assimilate how lovely he is, one astounded stroke of disbelieving penis at a time. You pray with every withdrawal of your cock to find his secret dangling from the notch of your extruded fuckhead, only to return its reeking, seeking sensor to his ass, and press it past that slipknot to dig deeper for its fount. Where is it, that this pretty godmale comes from?
The assfeast godgift of fuckhole's fairest slickflesh from Bel Ami is not a repast to last more than an hour or two, before the halberd horned to heal the suckling seal commands its substitution for tongue's zeal in steeper soothings of that slot. Every moment, therefore, of mouth's mendicancy is heightened in its treasurings by virtue of their transitional quality, even as love's penis' habitation in succession is ephemerally leased. But hope springs eternal, that the ordeal of cock will one day be blessed with endless embrace of fuck, and so, as in The Great Gatsby, "we beat on, boats against the current..." And that is one great ass to keep hope alive. :)
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