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Emily had the urge, but not the neccessary limbs, for extreme kayaking, so she
began caressing the rough brown edges of her pony's sphincter, pausing occasionally to drop a little spittle in the crevass.
Now there was sufficient lubrication, the sleigh could easily pass through his
cock without any pain. Almost. He screamed until his anus evaporated into a strange mist-like substance. But then
he realised his remaining arse cherry needed eating before his Mama returned to check his well-worn crevass.
Martin on the other had felt compelled to auction his gran to a group of deformed adult strangers, this he thought would
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