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3 comments:
LOL great title :)
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If I hadn't known better, I'd have sworn that was I, lapping penis' sheath for mercy in that final frame. How naturally the male does quest for the whole of the discovery of his joy, one need not take a census here to verify. I admit, therefore, I could have been anyone, yet how blithely we feel ourselves at times like these.
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