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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i've never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds. - Quote by Richard Brautigan

the sweet juices of your mouthare like castles bathed in honey.i’ve never had it done so gently before.you have put a circle of castlesaround my penis and you swirl themlike sunlight on the wings of birds.

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