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The Casbeers Queer
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from: pickled in formalda-brine |
infomania |
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Endlessly babbling moving his eyebrows up and down as he talks to a couch pillow, we see Steven Earle Cureton finally getting "serious", slowly he leans over, and begins wildly sucking on the couch pillow upolstery button, just nubbing it wildly like its a clitoris on Gypsy Doug's kneecap. Is this gay? It is not clear. As he becomes aroused Steven Earle Cureton growls and slobbers like a beast as he squinches the couch pillow down between the couch cushoins, drops his drawers, and hocks up a big slobbering clam , and spits it in his open palm. Unable to hide his ecstacy, Steven Earle Cureton's face got stuck in a shit eating grin as he dry humped the crack in the couch. Suddenly, he lurches, trying to shake off a persistent yellow-green cum blob that has somehow jammed in the head of his dick. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow" he exclaims as a thick bloody gob of crusty gonnereah pus slowly dribble out his plum purple VD ravaged PENIS |
