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with the lust of a 14 year old ***** boy playing hooky eyes   blink orbs riding the bumpy **** grind yields a mental representation *her *** a Coney Island ride reciprocity of tongue and groove a big dipper and a hot dog in a bun eating contest i eye the shape of her legs brahmana of form **** cake butter scallops with a prune skin **** ***** dark little sister going along for the ride with hidden talents *om shakti om holy donut with a zit* rubbing myself a peripatetic command like I had the junkies itch in a bearded clam sea of black nail claws like musical notes that tear flesh hegemony of *** art *make me bleed ***** Tangula The Exotic Shake Dancer moves infallible hips and dancing hands like octopi tickling bloated ***** ta-ting go the finger cymbals smiling she called pip squeak colossus of her dreams flick tongues the meringue licking the shimmering tantra pistol finger up the **** hole brings a prostate exclamation point and a throat gag lyric for a wagon train of wrap around lips zooming spit and spray wet like scungelli her ******* like cloud cookies ****** my mouth gasper boy chokes on a marshmallow fire i kiss her feet and work my way up the slippery slope a starved dog …
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
*The I Love ***** Anthropic Principle
with the lust of a 14 year old ***** boy playing hooky eyes   blink orbs riding the bumpy **** grind yields a mental representation *her *** a Coney Island ride reciprocity of tongue and groove a big dipper and a hot dog in a bun eating contest i eye the shape of her legs brahmana of form **** cake butter scallops with a prune skin **** ***** dark little sister going along for the ride with hidden talents *om shakti om holy donut with a zit* rubbing myself a peripatetic command like I had the junkies itch in a bearded clam sea of black nail claws like musical notes that tear flesh hegemony of *** art *make me bleed ***** Tangula The Exotic Shake Dancer moves infallible hips and dancing hands like octopi tickling bloated ***** ta-ting go the finger cymbals smiling she called pip squeak colossus of her dreams flick tongues the meringue licking the shimmering tantra pistol finger up the **** hole brings a prostate exclamation point and a throat gag lyric for a wagon train of wrap around lips zooming spit and spray wet like scungelli her ******* like cloud cookies ****** my mouth gasper boy chokes on a marshmallow fire i kiss her feet and work my way up the slippery slope a starved dog …
God told me to lick a girls *** hole as a test of faith The Devil himself couldn't stop me Am I not to be congratulated into saint hood :)
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
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