Thank god the fucky green-masked male has promising fingers to fuck, descended from these vasculated biceps as the partitioned pith of dick, itself suspends to slake our tongue. But oracles of testicles assuage our oral gap with suck's most luscious mold, diffusing censers absconding with our soul to be indentured to the flux of their rushing distillation. "Whither, Balls," to anus, with its depth of lavish silk, or to penis, to quibble with its sleeve to seal its pith in zealous sanctuary?
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Thank god the fucky green-masked male has promising fingers to fuck, descended from these vasculated biceps as the partitioned pith of dick, itself suspends to slake our tongue. But oracles of testicles assuage our oral gap with suck's most luscious mold, diffusing censers absconding with our soul to be indentured to the flux of their rushing distillation. "Whither, Balls," to anus, with its depth of lavish silk, or to penis, to quibble with its sleeve to seal its pith in zealous sanctuary?
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