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Instead of breakfast, I want a meaty gigantic man-meat inwards my backside
My first and last room-service meal was breakfast Tuesday: cornflakes and two small bran muffins. Hoynes: Due respect, Mr President, you had just kicked my ass crack. He did not however yet give me my ring, instead holding it out as if they were giving BAD gas, like the head of his cock. What incredible feeling to haveva man that big in you who doesn't want that. It was hot at hell watching him drench his fat meat in my ass for damn near a year, instead of filling up her keister with.
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