Aren't you glad you waited, dear Hawt-Host, for the 1st penis to bloom with that compassion with which the nourishing gods, in their mercy, parted with it to endow us all with that solacing balsam evinced in the last portrait? I thought so. But it's for its diameter's indulgence of our famine that one's anus presses its response upon this sovereign crown of cock - thence to nag, bitch, hector, buck, and scream, as fuckhole sometimes must, against the densest of its desiderata (but which we need not mention here), and beams in immoderate exultation its obliteration's narrative, too tiresome to repeat amongst such sanguine friends of fuck. But you take my drift, I do not doubt... so that, in the fulness of cock's free foraging in assly supple succulence, is elicited that extract redemptively conferred at the end -- where one's own attention, too, would be drawn, were one not, still, wringing rape of this arresting ramfuck roost of gliding, suckling ass.
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Aren't you glad you waited, dear Hawt-Host, for the 1st penis to bloom with that compassion with which the nourishing gods, in their mercy, parted with it to endow us all with that solacing balsam evinced in the last portrait? I thought so. But it's for its diameter's indulgence of our famine that one's anus presses its response upon this sovereign crown of cock - thence to nag, bitch, hector, buck, and scream, as fuckhole sometimes must, against the densest of its desiderata (but which we need not mention here), and beams in immoderate exultation its obliteration's narrative, too tiresome to repeat amongst such sanguine friends of fuck. But you take my drift, I do not doubt... so that, in the fulness of cock's free foraging in assly supple succulence, is elicited that extract redemptively conferred at the end -- where one's own attention, too, would be drawn, were one not, still, wringing rape of this arresting ramfuck roost of gliding, suckling ass.
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