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Thanks, pal! And here's another fantasy in which I picture handsome model Christian's feet as a majestic mountain range. I call it Barefoot Mountain.
I took a trip on Barefoot Mountain's ridges
where I explored the wrinkles in his soles.
Between his toes aromas were the bridges
where happy nostrils paid the smelly tolls.
After the trip,
I felt my penis dribble...dribble...drip...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 03-12-2018 at 01:34 PM.
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