Twelve junior citizens solo. Hmmm. Twelve months of the year? I wish that they all showed a lot more bung, but this picture's all about puppy-pipe, yummy and yearning and oh-so-young, and any objection's a lot of tripe. I'd thrill to be let hang around among such shuckers and serve as their Handi-Wipe. |
Mister January soaps it in the shower.
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Mister February is a bellboy bringing ice.
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Mister March spreads limber legs and jacks a cock that's hairy
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Mister April is a blond you'd meet in Paradise.
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Mister May is fair and fey, his tipped hair every-which-a-way.
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Mister June pops wad too soon, his curved cock's worth an afternoon.
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Mister July looks a regular guy, his stiff staff pointing at the sky.
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Mister August's pelvic thrusts would flail any male to gusts of lust.
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Mister September looks highly-strung.
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Mister October's a skateboard type.
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Mister November's hugely hung.
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