15 / Male / Barsexual / Single and Looking
Gondola – BJ
I'm a grandmaster of poetry, check this s*** out:
In the flowery field, to my girth she yields.
Into her I do insert, she lay there inert.
Roughly do I thrust, I do as I must
The Scent Fills the air, sweat mattes her hair
her flood gates open, my dick still oaken
For the girth is similar to that of a trunk, fitting, for a handsome hunk
With one final thrust, her flower doth bloom, and the night doth loom

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feeling pretty devoid of all faith today my dudes