Behind the Green Door of the Port-A-Potty of Amore. (And Bingo was his name-o.....Look, I got the clap!) Take me. Slake me. Make me. Drape me. In the velvet crescendo of your yin... Throbbing. Sobbing. Robbing.. My razors resistence to your yang.... Groping. Poking. Choking.... All the way up, back, front and down... Wheeling, Dealing, Stealing, So appealing.. I am the thrill of your hunt...
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 07:21:35 +0000
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