omigod what feasts! Even if one had no inkling of the magnificently luscious foil of anus, or its sublime solace as the succulent sootheslot of fuck, there would still be the staggering muscular voluptuousness of these perfectly sculpted butts to crave, as clefted catapults for cock's appointed errand. but there you are: the logic of the great horn, itself, is that its motive muscle group should also be its destiny, that its rampage should be its rapture, that its goring must be its grace and its heave its wholesome healing of this habitat of awe.
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omigod what feasts! Even if one had no inkling of the magnificently luscious foil of anus, or its sublime solace as the succulent sootheslot of fuck, there would still be the staggering muscular voluptuousness of these perfectly sculpted butts to crave, as clefted catapults for cock's appointed errand. but there you are: the logic of the great horn, itself, is that its motive muscle group should also be its destiny, that its rampage should be its rapture, that its goring must be its grace and its heave its wholesome healing of this habitat of awe.
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