Olympias, fictile like a cat, bends care of me, and I, tenderness an ridiculous in the air wish, unchain my bloated flagrant fellow and convey it to her labia, tickling their head.

Slowly and carefully I plunge it into the unsophisticated vagina until I rest against the hymen. Grabbing the lass past the rear end, I then pull her so abruptly and forcefully on myself - the membrane breaks. The looker sighs loudly, but certainly not from affliction, but from recreation, flooding all her kinsfolk - she has become a ball ..

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