The real is found somewhere between walking down the street completely naked and a crowd assembles (from where?) and begins pointing at your enormous member, but you’re a woman and you morph back and forth to realize you’re late for the bus. And someone stares at you and you think I must be dreaming, so…
Month: April 2015
It fits so well in the hand, is so smooth to touch oh! the engineering in there. The men began by ambling around the California campus, a crude composite, to the ear, into a pocket. They had that vibe, that joie de vivre, as they sauntered or slouched or leaned, not waiting to explain….
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