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i'm guessing this is what passes for hot in the UK? us americans may have our faults, but damn, yalls got some homely broads.

 

doesn't it depend on who you ask? Just like in America? lol

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i would.

 

i'd be shovelling manure in the barn wearing musk drenched overalls, with the top down, displaying my glistening abdominal and pectoral muscles... i'd stop to wipe my brow as she trots in from the hunt on a jet black, arabian, pure-bred stallion... as she dismounts i notice her finely toned rump is damp from the saddle and try to consume the surging rush of pleasure as my manhood engorges with hot blood... she sternly orders me to tend to her steed and becomes flushed as her gaze settles upon my masculine form and bulging overalls... she can't look away however hard she tries to remember her breeding... as i grab the reigns from her our hands touch and linger... then i force her onto her knees and push my manure covered pitchfork handle through her jodpurs and into her asshole... i leave her there whimpering, as i retreat to my shed and sodomise the chief gun dog into the night.

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i'd be shovelling up manure in the barn wearing musk drenched overalls, with the top down, displaying my glistening abdominal and pectoral muscles... i'd momentarily stop to wipe my brow as she trots in from the hunt on a jet black, arabian, pure-bred pony... as she dismounts i notice her finely toned rump is damp from the saddle and try to consume the surging rush of pleasure as my manhood engorges with hot blood... she sternly orders me to tend to her steed and becomes flushed as her gaze settles upon my masculine form and bulging overalls... she can't look away however hard she tries to remember her breeding... as i grab the reigns from her our hands touch and linger... then i force her onto her knees and push my manure covered pitchfork handle through her jodpurs and into her asshole... i leave her there whimpering, as i retreat to my shed and sodomise the chief gun dog into the night.

 

 

edit. wtf i have written the same thing almost word for word

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i'm guessing this is what passes for hot in the UK? us americans may have our faults, but damn, yalls got some homely broads.

 

Ha, well it's not supermodel hotness, more a bookworm-bitch-next-door kinda thing... which I find much more appealing. Beats that Keisha Buchanan thread anyway, I reckon.

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i would.

 

i'd be shovelling manure in the barn wearing musk drenched overalls, with the top down, displaying my glistening abdominal and pectoral muscles... i'd stop to wipe my brow as she trots in from the hunt on a jet black, arabian, pure-bred stallion... as she dismounts i notice her finely toned rump is damp from the saddle and try to consume the surging rush of pleasure as my manhood engorges with hot blood... she sternly orders me to tend to her steed and becomes flushed as her gaze settles upon my masculine form and bulging overalls... she can't look away however hard she tries to remember her breeding... as i grab the reigns from her our hands touch and linger... then i force her onto her knees and push my manure covered pitchfork handle through her jodpurs and into her asshole... i leave her there whimpering, as i retreat to my shed and sodomise the chief gun dog into the night.

 

it's working

 

i'd be shovelling up manure in the barn wearing musk drenched overalls, with the top down, displaying my glistening abdominal and pectoral muscles... i'd momentarily stop to wipe my brow as she trots in from the hunt on a jet black, arabian, pure-bred pony... as she dismounts i notice her finely toned rump is damp from the saddle and try to consume the surging rush of pleasure as my manhood engorges with hot blood... she sternly orders me to tend to her steed and becomes flushed as her gaze settles upon my masculine form and bulging overalls... she can't look away however hard she tries to remember her breeding... as i grab the reigns from her our hands touch and linger... then i force her onto her knees and push my manure covered pitchfork handle through her jodpurs and into her asshole... i leave her there whimpering, as i retreat to my shed and sodomise the chief gun dog into the night.

 

 

edit. wtf i have written the same thing almost word for word

 

it's ah ah eeerrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnngh

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