| Report for Dave Hobson | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 1 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
#I closed my eyes, drew back my foreskin
To see for certain, what I though I knew.
There was a yeast, and the skin was breaking
My bell-end's aching, any cream will do.#
To see for certain, what I though I knew.
There was a yeast, and the skin was breaking
My bell-end's aching, any cream will do.#