woensdag 6 mei 2009

Cum over that guy!

2 opmerkingen:

  1. now delicious bulbs of blissened penises relapse to rise as phoenixes, anew, their drain of distillation glowing richly of elation in their spew; all lusciousness of dick abides in scattered strands of balsam that they blew, to wreath the raptured face that sought the soothing grace that they imbue.

  2. we love the dylansuck of dawsoncock, the dawsonpex presiding o’er the fray, the dylanpads of muscleflesh arrested in his moanings where he lay, to yank the gladdened hammer to erupt in anxious clamour for the spray. such is the span of dick, that it begins in pointed pecplates all but bursting in their suturing in twain, and never ends until a friend’s explodes impacted loads of gratitude's refrain.