Brett's malewondrous vortex, moving uptown at last, accomplishes the migration with that finesse for which his assimilations are lauded by every penispith alive today. O, but that one's poor and frazzled fleshknob of infusion could'st there dwell in soothing solace for a spell, its flaring notch held hostage for its shaft, beloved godseal suckling suavely to redouble it by half. Could you arrange this -- not in 'that way', of course, of mercantile protocols, but in laying its gracious gobblegate on one's face for one's own resources to perform my introduction. Oh, every cock that spurred its knock of dickhead past that knot must taste here still, in subtleties of acumen if not its unctuous spill. But then, penis, pleading plangently its plum a recompense, grows anxious, glazing tangently where depth is more intense. Please, fair dick, become not thick with irritation to be quick, defer annunciation by the hand that masturbates, in favour of extrusion where thy mallet head inflates. Ah, even cock has brains enough to take such pains to slough a yanking, churning hand, as leave it disaffected with such anal contraband. Feed us Bretthole and we'll cope, until he deigns to glide our slope of dick; and then we'll talk of salvaging the candle by its wick.
I am very taken by the privilege of those fingers in that godjock's luscious ass, to paste massagings on each other's lips, and restore their lubricity in each other's suck. This is a gorgeous fuckboy of adorable spirit and darlingly bold penispanache, with whom to play cockgames and work fucknips at our leisure as we stroke and churn his seething ring of fuck.
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Brett's malewondrous vortex, moving uptown at last, accomplishes the migration with that finesse for which his assimilations are lauded by every penispith alive today. O, but that one's poor and frazzled fleshknob of infusion could'st there dwell in soothing solace for a spell, its flaring notch held hostage for its shaft, beloved godseal suckling suavely to redouble it by half. Could you arrange this -- not in 'that way', of course, of mercantile protocols, but in laying its gracious gobblegate on one's face for one's own resources to perform my introduction. Oh, every cock that spurred its knock of dickhead past that knot must taste here still, in subtleties of acumen if not its unctuous spill. But then, penis, pleading plangently its plum a recompense, grows anxious, glazing tangently where depth is more intense. Please, fair dick, become not thick with irritation to be quick, defer annunciation by the hand that masturbates, in favour of extrusion where thy mallet head inflates. Ah, even cock has brains enough to take such pains to slough a yanking, churning hand, as leave it disaffected with such anal contraband. Feed us Bretthole and we'll cope, until he deigns to glide our slope of dick; and then we'll talk of salvaging the candle by its wick.
I am very taken by the privilege of those fingers in that godjock's luscious ass, to paste massagings on each other's lips, and restore their lubricity in each other's suck. This is a gorgeous fuckboy of adorable spirit and darlingly bold penispanache, with whom to play cockgames and work fucknips at our leisure as we stroke and churn his seething ring of fuck.
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