Looking down the eye of my dick

Sunday, 05 December 2004 By Trev
She had great bolshoi yarblokos; ripe melons they were.
her eyes were full of intent. next we was floating down the nile and me dick was a submarine periscope:
"Up cap'n"
My testicles were floats in a hessian sack; my roughness rubbed her softness.

on the horizon was temples and idols of yore.

finally i squeezed the melons, and then i looked down into my third eye.
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