We are so accustomed to tracing the bobbing arc of the final dick with tongue in one of its incarnations of bonefulest twang that we marvel at its subsidence here, until we reckon with the lush and luscious sea of fuck it deposited on the undespoiled tummy of its fling. Ah, but if we were to measure these impastements in conventional terms, as churns per cubic centimetre of cock in our gladdened ass, can you count the strokes per minute of this extracted slop in any coin but saturated joy? I think not, fair H; indeed tapping your own anus now in grateful memory, do you not trace the portal's dampness and dilation both at once? Does this not help you to recall the true author of this sludge as your own sweet, flopping stylus, stupefied to be so struck as to 've scummed the trackless tanline with its staggered stuff's extrusions?
But wasn't this a fair-hung ass in the 4th frame, to slake its treasuring thirst of penis' precious pour? Who doesn't reserve a special affection for anus so stoutly framed, as to serve its sumptuous stuffpit with such suavely braced allure? Oh, one could hammer all night and still find this full bag suspended in its famine for more dick. Now, there is a fuckplinth worthy of the name!
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We are so accustomed to tracing the bobbing arc of the final dick with tongue in one of its incarnations of bonefulest twang that we marvel at its subsidence here, until we reckon with the lush and luscious sea of fuck it deposited on the undespoiled tummy of its fling. Ah, but if we were to measure these impastements in conventional terms, as churns per cubic centimetre of cock in our gladdened ass, can you count the strokes per minute of this extracted slop in any coin but saturated joy? I think not, fair H; indeed tapping your own anus now in grateful memory, do you not trace the portal's dampness and dilation both at once? Does this not help you to recall the true author of this sludge as your own sweet, flopping stylus, stupefied to be so struck as to 've scummed the trackless tanline with its staggered stuff's extrusions?
But wasn't this a fair-hung ass in the 4th frame, to slake its treasuring thirst of penis' precious pour? Who doesn't reserve a special affection for anus so stoutly framed, as to serve its sumptuous stuffpit with such suavely braced allure? Oh, one could hammer all night and still find this full bag suspended in its famine for more dick. Now, there is a fuckplinth worthy of the name!
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