lawdy me o'mighty, I's gots the vaypors, yes I do. well, that handsome man in the construction hat with the fine-assed bitch he's with... the thought of his dick all wet with her slit kinda makes my cock get stiff. nows lawdy, ifin's I'm thinkin' more 'bout that boy's penis than I's am 'bout that sweet vajay... should i dress up the gent with a harlot's descent and beat up fine dressers to show I'm not gay?Birth sign: Cancer
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