| PAUL FLOWER was busy doing ikebana, thinking about pistils and stamen. He plunged plants into the ground, dreaming about being a flower and getting a drop of cool water onto his bud. He got down on the ground and started touching himself with flowers, touching his erect nipples and anus wet with excitement. His penis got hard from that, and he started playing with it, stroking the palm against the red pulsating glans. He wrapped his lips tenderly around the flowers, then he felt the urge coming from the inside, shivers rushed through his entire body and he hardly held back a scream in foretaste of immense pleasure...
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A steadfast stud, he knows his business. He knows how to handle a gun, and not only a gun. He’s a keen shooter, his muscles strained, he pulls the bolt as if exposing the cock’s head, he cleans his weapon as if the brush enters his own asshole. His toy is of a tremendous size, and he will surely use it. He will fuck the target with his dick hard as the gun’s barrel, he will stuff his bumhole with the brush, screaming from pleasure and making you scream too...
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