Sailboats' on-legs: Plundershores

Whipping out tassles, pasties, duerndels for you is magical. Doubled pleasure midgets unfurl into she-giants, alabaster faces stolen gourds of pubis she-giant. Clothesline my face now. Clothesline is my playmate face. This America smells gross, but treblehooked America shriveled into raisins...shrimps for turkey eclipsing everything she-giant discovers America.