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HOLY FUCK i'm cryin'!
"The fucking makes me splurge my vertical moisture all over his chorizo howitzer. After having my gammon alley pounded, he then proceeded to fuck my old dirt road. Within no time, I could feel the shitty magician's wax dripping from my shit winker and all over my beef curtains. The thrusting of my turd-herder was so vigorous, he soon found his chin pounders joining his skin flute deep in my fart valve. Now, I've seen more helmets than Hitler, but the sight of his trouser bowser made my shrimp sap foam like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river."
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