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ReplyDeleteAny cock that Stan has consumed is exactly where I want my mouth, but until then I am deeply consoled by the ample pith of Paul Becker's dick, to believe emphatically in its nourishment. My tongue truly loves a plateau of plush bulbflesh where it can stretch out and confide its rapture with unconstrained calm, nor is such lavishness unwelcome as cock needs to inflict its deeper concussions. Far from it.
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