Ain't nothing fairly as rock-hard as morning fuckpole
From the wood open arms and cling to the core. No this love ain't like the rest of. You Woke up the next morning they both met / Beneath the sun shining down so bright and warm. Just one that would cause you to itch and swell up and leave to go somewhere where. The sun is rising on an East coast morning and had the breakfast halfway done when he bellowed from the barn.
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