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untitled rhyme royal 2 (Other) by starkfister

I have heard it told of a valley filled with moss That is known the world over as the most soft When I am gone from its shade I feel a loss So I am known to visit there oft Standing tall with my head aloft I stop and drink from a stream Whose golden warmth is my dream

Tintagiles 23-Sep-05/3:58 PM
Ow. That's terrible. If you're going to use old-fashioned language, do it well.

Aside from that, an excellent first-person narrative of a dwarf performing cunnilingus on a grown woman. 8070F000




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