I couldn't even figure out if there was a title
. And there is no way of finding out if it was checked out because I don't know the title, author or even the God-damn subject. While I was thinking, my knot had shrunk and my cock had retreated into my sheath
Fucked. . In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
I couldn't even figure out if there was a title
. And there is no way of finding out if it was checked out because I don't know the title, author or even the God-damn subject. While I was thinking, my knot had shrunk and my cock had retreated into my sheath
Fucked. . In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
I couldn't even figure out if there was a title
. And there is no way of finding out if it was checked out because I don't know the title, author or even the God-damn subject. While I was thinking, my knot had shrunk and my cock had retreated into my sheath
Fucked. . In a chamber suffused with emotion
By the light of innumerable dawns,
In a house betwixt forests and ocean,
Where the briar rose bristles with thorns;
There hangs her portrait in splendour,
In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown,
In lines both violent and tender
And colours of thunderous tone
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