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Atherton's blondscoop godhorn has salvaged more souls for penis than jockstrap's salvaged penises for souls. There can't be a solitary slot that's seen it that hasn't settled on its crescent sweep to seal its spew in suckling sumptuousness of slide.
Moreover, walruses have flossed with it, to shine their disparate tusks with coral empathetic to their bicuspid concupiscence. Ask not what elephant's protected, that has rightly genuflected to this thorn, a miracle deflected to commend it to be worn. And you thought this was simply cock for craving? Is this not cock that cured your shock of penis, in your stare, and clarified your senses of pretenses, life is fair?
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