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I must confess, I have an erotic fantasy. It involves a circular conveyer belt with me standing in the middle. On this contraption there are a myriad of lazy susans upon which sit an array or naked, gorgeous, and buff males. Like a kid in a candy store, I am in 7th Heaven. With a mere flick of the wrist, I can view, touch, and taste these morsels of delight from any and all perspectives.
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#1 |
morsel has bulbous pecks and a pecker that I love to squeeze |
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#2 |
morsel has long legs and a hairy ass, ooh ooh, splendor in the grass |
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#3 |
morsel, his virile member long and thick, brings
sucking to mind very quick |
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#4 |
morsel, his tongue long and hot, my clit is ready to trot |
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#5 |
morsel, this hunk of pure masculinity inviting me to play, I hop on his pony and we fuck all day |
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#6 |
morsel, all of his appendages long and agile, nothing about his is the slightest bit fragile |
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#7 |
morsel, his arms, long and strong, grab my tits from behind, he fucks like a dog, my favorite kind |
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#8 |
morsel, with bedroom eyes he makes me wet, what an incredible ride on his throbbing jet |
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#9 |
morsel, his lips speak of love, my nipples go crazy, he fucks like a stallion, this stud sure ain't lazy |
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#10 |
morsel looks like Michelangelo's David, the perfect physique, my fantasy realized, we fuck all week |
I am living in a state of perpetual orgasmic bliss. There is no such thing as AIDS or sexually transmitted disease. Monogamy and morality are long since passe. The Pope has gone to live in the woods, and confessionals have been transformed into luxurious outhouses for the homeless. Life is simple and hedonism reigns.
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