Kick it in the sticks
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Last published Tue, Jan 17, 2017
That night Wesley couldn't sleep in his hand me down home, because he couldn't get his mind off of Elizabeth... The way her hair flowed down off of her shoulders, her beautiful blue eyes shot right into his soul so he would never forget her.
He turned over to adjust the growing bulge in his pants because the thought of Elizabeth made his huge cock throb and grow until he couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed some tissues and slowly pulled out his giant cock, wrapped his huge hand around it and started to move his hand up and down, starting slow and getting faster.
He lays on his bed with his hair glistening and his forehead slightly sweaty, his chest rising and falling as he slowly drifts into a deep sleep while still thinking about her and her body
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