On an amusing and long morning, Lloyd sat on a bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His chest ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Cecile to love someone with an adorable cock?
Slowly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a rough smooth card, all on a summer's day. I wish my Cecile would kiss me, in her own crazy way..."
"Do you?" Cecile sat down beside Lloyd and put her hand on Lloyd's stomach. "I think that could be arranged."
Lloyd gasped rapidly. "But what about my adorable cock?"
"I like it," Cecile said madly. "I think it's pale."
They came together and their kiss was like an engine taking off.
"I love you," Lloyd said roughly.
"I love you too," Cecile replied and kissed him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived gently ever after.
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A Pudding In Time
On an amusing and long morning, Lloyd sat on a bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His chest ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Cecile to love someone with an adorable cock?
Slowly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a rough smooth card, all on a summer's day. I wish my Cecile would kiss me, in her own crazy way..."
"Do you?" Cecile sat down beside Lloyd and put her hand on Lloyd's stomach. "I think that could be arranged."
Lloyd gasped rapidly. "But what about my adorable cock?"
"I like it," Cecile said madly. "I think it's pale."
They came together and their kiss was like an engine taking off.
"I love you," Lloyd said roughly.
"I love you too," Cecile replied and kissed him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived gently ever after.