I have to fuck the male with the red book and the gilt frame. I'm sorry, it's just one of those "destiny" things; I can't do very much about it. But I feel OK that my ass was summoned to be obliterated on this knob, because this is a total-body dick if ever I saw one, and I reckon I'll be punched into the next time zone by the time my ass gets flooded out. But there's lots of dynamite cock left for everybody else, and I'm not sure you'd want to go through my experience. What this dick doesn't knock out of me, it's going to haul out of me for sure, so I guess I might as well go and get ready. Later.
The absbaby on the bed, hauling that gorgeous boner of his, has a tanline into which I've just gotta throw cock, somewhere at least. Somewhere, there just has to be a place to toss my knob for a soaking extraction of fuckjunk, and when I find it, I'm gonna feel a whole lot better.
Just as a massively muscled male seems best to validate the Carlo Masi cock, would it be untoward for a slenderer bottom to aspire anusly to host the third cock's palpable loquaciousness in sweeping strokes of fuck?
"Anonymous" commented circuitously around an impression which he is not alone in holding, that differences in dick configuration or deportment imply dickdestinies which may be both separate and independent of the bearer's inclinations, and amount to instructions to bottom them in a narrowed variety of ways.
Such impressions, of inherent dickfunctions, seem to gain more credence from that perspective of dick appreciation which emphasises dickbeauty, i.e., dickform. This paradox is famous and even popularly propagated among men of dicksex, so broadly so that it acquires credence even in the mind of the bearer of the dick in his appraisal of its "inherent" or pre-destined range of functions.
Thus the deliciousness of defying these constructions and enjoying dick, counter-intuitively, with or without resort to comparably powerful mediating techniques, such as bondage or devout persistence at glory holes or slings, or resolute first-date fucking. All of dick, logically, is dick, is the functionalist retort to the formalist's school of thought, and while this happy debate will never be resolved, it is charming to be cognisant of its alternatives.
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I have to fuck the male with the red book and the gilt frame. I'm sorry, it's just one of those "destiny" things; I can't do very much about it. But I feel OK that my ass was summoned to be obliterated on this knob, because this is a total-body dick if ever I saw one, and I reckon I'll be punched into the next time zone by the time my ass gets flooded out. But there's lots of dynamite cock left for everybody else, and I'm not sure you'd want to go through my experience. What this dick doesn't knock out of me, it's going to haul out of me for sure, so I guess I might as well go and get ready. Later.
The absbaby on the bed, hauling that gorgeous boner of his, has a tanline into which I've just gotta throw cock, somewhere at least. Somewhere, there just has to be a place to toss my knob for a soaking extraction of fuckjunk, and when I find it, I'm gonna feel a whole lot better.
Just as a massively muscled male seems best to validate the Carlo Masi cock, would it be untoward for a slenderer bottom to aspire anusly to host the third cock's palpable loquaciousness in sweeping strokes of fuck?
"Anonymous" commented circuitously around an impression which he is not alone in holding, that differences in dick configuration or deportment imply dickdestinies which may be both separate and independent of the bearer's inclinations, and amount to instructions to bottom them in a narrowed variety of ways.
Such impressions, of inherent dickfunctions, seem to gain more credence from that perspective of dick appreciation which emphasises dickbeauty, i.e., dickform. This paradox is famous and even popularly propagated among men of dicksex, so broadly so that it acquires credence even in the mind of the bearer of the dick in his appraisal of its "inherent" or pre-destined range of functions.
Thus the deliciousness of defying these constructions and enjoying dick, counter-intuitively, with or without resort to comparably powerful mediating techniques, such as bondage or devout persistence at glory holes or slings, or resolute first-date fucking. All of dick, logically, is dick, is the functionalist retort to the formalist's school of thought, and while this happy debate will never be resolved, it is charming to be cognisant of its alternatives.
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