Literature rule
Literature rule
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the balls penised cockfully down the stairs
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balls don't penis, dicks penis.
Balls sack nuttily.
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Writing is such an elegant craft.
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Is that the sound they make when you go down the stairs at just the right cadence and get like a clop clop clop
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I mean. I'd read that shit. Gimme skimpy armour for both men and women, stop didcriminating ;)
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I love the videogames that, rather than stop making skimpy armor, have simply made all armor unisex
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Now i just wish ffVIX would update all the old gear to be unisex instead of just adding new unisex gear.
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Don't leave us on a cliffhanger. I need to know what happened to this man's balls
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They swung around too much and got run over by a bus.
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Now I wish I hadn't asked 🙁
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I, too, mourn the loss of my balls' boisterousness. I feel seen.
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Fortunately this is how a lot of gay erotic fiction reads.
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His mostly shaven ball sacks looked like the skin of a Shar-Pei dog, their eerie wobble mesmerized me like a deer caught in the headlights of a 1982 GMC Vandura...
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They do, in fact.
Time to introduce some people to the “Romantasy” genre it seems!
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I would love it. Now add something about dick size.
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As he walked to the stove and reached for his favorite lace- adorned apron, he stumbled, not for the first time that day or even that hour, over the flacid, garden hose-like cock that dragged on the floor behind him between his legs. It was as thick as his powerful forearms and twice as veiny, and tended to slap around his ankles when he walked too fast.
Usually he had to thread it through one pant leg or the other, and then wrap it around his calf a few times and stuff the end into his boot to keep from dirtying it outside, so when he was home it was a relief to let it whip around freely. Sometimes, when he stood at the stove for many hours and it pulled heavily at his taint, he would drape it around his neck like a feather boa, and feel pretty.
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flacid, garden hose-like cock that dragged on the floor behind him between his legs.
🤣🤣🤣
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… he thought as he balled testily down the stairs
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He shouldn't go down the stairs with his balls while angry. Increased torsion risk
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His undergarments settled gracefully about his ankles, revealing his manly glory. Like a Sphinx-Cat it stood proudly with its head held high above the two shaven and wrinkled spheres that adorned it.
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I laughed way too hard at this.
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I feel personally attacked, how does he know exactly what by balls look like and how I feel about their aged inadequacies.
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Idk man I’d be up for that tbh
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you mean like fanfiction?
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how the fuck do you know so much about my old-man balls?!
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