Name: !MEo10L0QL6 2010-04-12 2:06
You know you love the feel of fiery pulsating lovemeat pounding your throat. You love the feel of every vein of passing your lips and the pubic hair brushing against your nose. You are a glutton for swollen mansausage and are a slave to it, letting it thrust your mouth until the thick cream collects on your tongue, which you then swallow.
Don't lie. You know you love the beefpole.
Don't lie. You know you love the beefpole.