We are so accustomed to portraits of the great dome's accommodation of two supplicants, that it is charming at last to see this gesture provoking a kind of rivalry for its solace. Our gender has such a knack for sportsmanlike competitions, that undoubtedly a happy consolation can be found for the runner-up; and who can doubt, where tongues vie for favour, it will be forthcoming?
But again TH is right. This immortal accident of insight from a dull studio exhibits the symmetries of male magnificence with graphic proof of their inherent empathy. I do not refer to the limbs, which even the other gender possesses (come to think of it). Rather, these two pairs of stunning orbs plainly have a great deal more than mere proximity to commend their rapport, to our everlasting celebration. Still, that convenience is not to be discounted.
Remind me of how this goes: is it that the sovereign nipples command us to hoist anus to the fuckthing flared below, or is it redolent vascularity which stirs our gaze for a siphon?
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Pretty low hangers in the last pic:)
We are so accustomed to portraits of the great dome's accommodation of two supplicants, that it is charming at last to see this gesture provoking a kind of rivalry for its solace. Our gender has such a knack for sportsmanlike competitions, that undoubtedly a happy consolation can be found for the runner-up; and who can doubt, where tongues vie for favour, it will be forthcoming?
But again TH is right. This immortal accident of insight from a dull studio exhibits the symmetries of male magnificence with graphic proof of their inherent empathy. I do not refer to the limbs, which even the other gender possesses (come to think of it). Rather, these two pairs of stunning orbs plainly have a great deal more than mere proximity to commend their rapport, to our everlasting celebration. Still, that convenience is not to be discounted.
:)
That's one of my faves, too, Eddie!
Remind me of how this goes: is it that the sovereign nipples command us to hoist anus to the fuckthing flared below, or is it redolent vascularity which stirs our gaze for a siphon?
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