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Jan 10, 2007 @ 3:05 AM One Word Story    
NAUTIone


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One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm across
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 3:08 AM One Word Story    
NMYPRIME35


Posts: 13
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 3:09 AM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 3:27 AM One Word Story    
cabl_guy


Posts: 841
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 9:37 AM One Word Story    
bandengor


Posts: 7,768
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 10:05 PM One Word Story    
JJN4Fun


Posts: 2,999
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 10:58 PM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 11:34 PM One Word Story    
cabl_guy


Posts: 841
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.
Eventually
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Jan 10, 2007 @ 11:42 PM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 12:14 AM One Word Story    
cabl_guy


Posts: 841
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 12:43 AM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 1:09 AM One Word Story    
cabl_guy


Posts: 841
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 1:51 AM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 8:06 AM One Word Story    
JJN4Fun


Posts: 2,999
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 4:25 PM One Word Story    
NAUTIone


Posts: 168
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 9:28 PM One Word Story    
cc1980999


Posts: 558
One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of sucking
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 9:29 PM One Word Story    
hotbijenni


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One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of sucking and
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 9:31 PM One Word Story    
JJN4Fun


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One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of sucking and swallowing,
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 9:33 PM One Word Story    
cc1980999


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One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of sucking and swallowing, enormous
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Jan 11, 2007 @ 9:46 PM One Word Story    
innocent_1


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One night long ago, on a farm there were insatiable yet lusty farmhands. They eyed seven barmaids down from Sasketchewan, hoping for invitations to carouse with them. Being from Michigan nightclubs they donned cheese cloths instead and prayed for moisture between the dirty folds of latex. It could not possibly be oiled much more than they already are, so they decided they'd add two cups of butter (unsalted), that creamed nicely between the inner thighs of the damsels. These should inflame their testosterone-fueled libidos into new hope of someday debauching said barmaids.

The naughty farmhands then drank buttered-schnaps by moonlight and adjusted their equipment to fun mode, before swaggering down towards endless promises (while fondling perfectly protruding bewbies) even while furiously trying repeatedly to involve massive amounts of hormones without getting spooge under their fingernails. Looking earnestly uninhibited for sunflowers ready, willing, desperate, and blooming with sweet passion, our only choice was to forge nerves tingling from strangers fingertips, continue with gentle gyrations on muscular thighs, and lovely pressing breasts, eagerly awaiting the manipulations that rarely fail. Secretly, the barmaids wanted more raunchy barmaids to satisfy other carnal desires. But they couldn't find any willing, protagonistic, engorged, barmaids ripe with effervescent technology. Instead, uninterruped, they continued oiling their saddles, preparing salads, prepping hamsters, and succulent shrimp. However, everyone with breasts danced shamelessly, arrousing countless nearby sailors and bouncy bunnies.

When, suddenly, came the sparkling sound beckoning them henceforth to partake shamelessly of inhibitions and neurotic tendencies. Standing, they exposed walruses' (not sea-lions') enormous flippers slippery from penetrating lubed damsels, with smells that inflame from engorged nipples passionately withholding a wax penis upwards firm breasts enveloping a much needed ejaculation.

Eventually barmaids satisfy aroused patrons with hours of sucking and swallowing, enormous, erect
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