macbastard

There is no limit to the creativity and hights people will go to dissapoint you.

But not you Single malt scotch. Oh no you are my Lady, my muse. I am going to drink you in and join with you, taking immense pleasure in your touch and company. The only stall to this wounderful moment is when I think "How will I remove my penis from your bottleneck?"

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