The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
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Never the Twain Swains
The silent, stealthy suspect Loiters, lickerish-like, whilst lounging, Lusting lovingly at the lady’s Largifical, luscious loins. He longs but will …
