Big Black CarAdam Fieled
Your middle: tongue (hers), man (me), riding together, I bitch (middle’s middle). I tongue man you, her, spacious, it, of you, all of us, can’t feel a nothing, I can’t. Not of this, of you, of her, of all of this riding, in what looks big, black, has tongue-room. I can’t feel a thing. I feel nothing of bigness, black fur interior her you. Ride.
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