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"Il y a des paysages qui sont comme des visages, Ć peine on les dĆ©couvre qu'on s'y reconnaĆ®t."
"There are landscapes that are like faces: no sooner do you discover them than you recognize yourself in them."
Serge Joncour.
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Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting!
What a delight! A marvel! A big, fat, thick marvel. Flesh galore. Hanging inner lips, between fat outer lips.
She floods them with piss. Almost in my face.
And she ejects her creamy toy.
Her fingers seem so little as she caresses this place of enormous bliss.
More! More!
What a delight! A marvel! A big, fat, thick marvel. Flesh galore. Hanging inner lips, between fat outer lips.
She floods them with piss. Almost in my face.
And she ejects her creamy toy.
Her fingers seem so little as she caresses this place of enormous bliss.
More! More!
