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Floptin sits outside the cafe on the mall and watches the three plump dames sitting nearby one slightly plumper than the others and as he stares it reminds him of his first lady the one who showed him the ropes of sexuality who ****** away his innocence one night and he recalls how liberated he felt back then how her plump flesh flapped against him and the sound was like nothing he had heard before and she said to him sweet boy you’re a man now you can tell your friends you have made the grade and now sitting at the cafe on the mall watching the plump dames feeding her mouths their chins moving their eyes excited their voices booming and their laughter ****** and loud and looking at the plumpest dame how her hair was pulled back so and so he smiles to himself and wonders how she’d make him feel with her flesh flapping and her eyes aglow.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
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Floptin sits outside the cafe on the mall and watches the three plump dames sitting nearby one slightly plumper than the others and as he stares it reminds him of his first lady the one who showed him the ropes of sexuality who ****** away his innocence one night and he recalls how liberated he felt back then how her plump flesh flapped against him and the sound was like nothing he had heard before and she said to him sweet boy you’re a man now you can tell your friends you have made the grade and now sitting at the cafe on the mall watching the plump dames feeding her mouths their chins moving their eyes excited their voices booming and their laughter ****** and loud and looking at the plumpest dame how her hair was pulled back so and so he smiles to himself and wonders how she’d make him feel with her flesh flapping and her eyes aglow.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
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