Wednesday, March 31, 2010

RIMMING ACTION!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The scooping twang of Bjorncock has always made Bjornfeast especially credible. Beneath the lapliform leisures of analingus, his cuneiform treasures of erection have always loomed as guarantors of sincerity and redemption, the bloom of penis waving gladly its avowal of true fuck. Then, indefinite is anus' patience to be measured as a host, and suavely laved for pleasure craved beyond its coast. Twangings of Bjorncock underwrite precisely this assurance, that assly craving shan't be mocked beyond endurance. All of penis, gathered firm, stands behind the linqual worm, and heaves to probe its node of plushy flare, as flexes anus to then drain us of despair. Beloved fuck, then patient, stuck, surpasses anguished squealings of its tuck, and glides on suckling tides only t'incur the gladdened buck.

Anonymous said...

You said it. That is one excruciating Bjornhorn -- yet what a radiant spectacle of conviction it is, and a consolation to the rest of us, that this anus shall not be liquefied in vain, but shall suckle soon enough upon the strident sweep of fuck.