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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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'Alreet soir," she said huskily. "It woon't be a cup of tea you'll want arfter this." And with that she tossed him down on the grassy meadow and promptly got to work."
(, Thu 9 Sep 2010, 15:41, 1 reply, 16 years ago)
as she fell upon him, caressing and fondling his pasty, delicate frame. Pinned to the ground, he felt his temperature rise, his blood surge.
He wriggled free and, leaping upon her with passionate fervour, yelled "En Garde!" and slapped her back and forth across the face with his engorged tadger. As she moaned in a vaguely sensual way, he murmured
"Oh, you love it, don't you, you dirty bitch?"
She breathed heavily and siad,
"Actually, that's...kind of annoying. I only just washed my hair this morning."
"Oh. Sorry..." he replied sheepishly.
"Just get behind me and give me a good ramming."
(, Thu 9 Sep 2010, 15:56, Reply)
gratifying her with the delicacy of his address, to one of her low station (hands and knees,) and with the alacrity indeed of one of her father's sheep, thrust himself with close to criminal force and hitting his mark with ease.
(, Thu 9 Sep 2010, 15:59, Reply)
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