The first couple truly fatten the observer's penis with that telling hardness which creates such inconvenience for one's pants. There's a great sense in this portrait of the flaring knob of plushmeat pressing fondly at fuck's grateful gate, an obdurate and veinous shaft obtruding its broad diadem to test the foil's resiliency and warmth, suave in its persistence to revise its radius. But these abs are such capable catapults, these pecs such sumptuous assurance of good will, that cockened molds of penis are expected any moment to solve the riddle of their succulence. "After you."
The first couple truly fatten the observer's penis with that telling hardness which creates such inconvenience for one's pants. There's a great sense in this portrait of the flaring knob of plushmeat pressing fondly at fuck's grateful gate, an obdurate and veinous shaft obtruding its broad diadem to test the foil's resiliency and warmth, suave in its persistence to revise its radius. But these abs are such capable catapults, these pecs such sumptuous assurance of good will, that cockened molds of penis are expected any moment to solve the riddle of their succulence. "After you."
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