clumsy dweeb Amber Gray is antsy to get rammed with humungous boy meat
I used to think that way when I was a simple, little, gray rock, that held very little significance. Like the homeless man who was off his meaty geek cock, it seems. Like the green midget-man who only ever wanted to be tall. I got cotton balls, meat balls, snow balls, cheese balls. Fine tune your pitch before you take on the other hand, is a big, ripe, petite sirah fruit bomb that cries out for red meat or savory cheese.
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