"What's up, my dude?" asked Mark between sips of his Hairy Cunt drink. Presumably the point was that they would play along, but she Hairy didn’t want curly them bushy Furry Pussy to just go along because that was the game, she wanted them invested. Breathlessly she slid the piece under her bra. “Holy shit! She insisted I sleep in my own bed. I must have been tired because I slept like a log, not waking until well after my usual time the next day. It was Thanksgiving Day and mother was already bushy in the kitchen, too busy to give me any attention. She Furry Pussy told me to have Hairy curly an eggnog for breakfast and then go away and leave her alone. Hairy Cunt When I tasted the eggnog I had to ask, "Is there alcohol in this?"
“You want me to fuck him?! King Yandon of Drastinar, since rejected by Willowbud, had decided to test his political luck with my brother, and Hairy Cunt stood firmly at the front. "In most places, yes." But it must be a Hairy trill for the captain, because Casey knew her superior loved torturing curly them. It would be funny. I drifted... “Jesus, Zach, it’s been bushy a nightmare. We’re besties. It took several minutes before I Furry Pussy regained my composure. We carried just about everything; clothes, food, sporting goods, jewelry. Strip his lands? That could cause Hairy a rebellion. No, what bushy you do, Furry Pussy is make him a count. See, a count is one step above a baron, and the life goal of any noble is to climb the ladder. The aspiring baron will jump at the chance to be named Hairy Cunt a count, and so you curly make him the count of some northern mining province where the mine has run dry. Now the only power he has is his precious title, and he’s grateful that you gave it to him.” I snorted. “There’s still a little imperial in you yet, Adrianna.” “Remember, both Alkandi and Yavara were high-elves once.
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