I think an entire battalion of Coldstream Guards stands watch over Paul Tornabene's ass in slumber. I happen to know. Many, many have been the occasions, even in one's dreams, when a rough scarlet melton cloth deflected my entreaties of that cleft, despite my password's cry, "Once more into the breach, cry God for England, Harry, and St George." To no avail! Oh, can you stand the effrontery of such jealousy on Guard, to thwart the simple empathy of cock's erect poniard? Oh, penised -- as we all must be, as Paul uncovers ass to ye -- you'd think a small concession might be fair, if only to lend solace to a night of cock's despair, erected to appall us with a zeal to claim its lair. Oh, Paul! Consume us all in sanguine disrepair, our anguish so immense that recompense must make it fair.
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I think an entire battalion of Coldstream Guards stands watch over Paul Tornabene's ass in slumber. I happen to know. Many, many have been the occasions, even in one's dreams, when a rough scarlet melton cloth deflected my entreaties of that cleft, despite my password's cry, "Once more into the breach, cry God for England, Harry, and St George." To no avail! Oh, can you stand the effrontery of such jealousy on Guard, to thwart the simple empathy of cock's erect poniard? Oh, penised -- as we all must be, as Paul uncovers ass to ye -- you'd think a small concession might be fair, if only to lend solace to a night of cock's despair, erected to appall us with a zeal to claim its lair. Oh, Paul! Consume us all in sanguine disrepair, our anguish so immense that recompense must make it fair.
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