First Hairy Pussy I Ever Fucked, Part 3
"Passing Around The El Taquito"
The passing around of the taco would go on and on. Each taco lasted an average of about five bites from five different people before I would carefully prepare a new one to pass around. As I did so I felt myself transforming, taking on the actual identity of the taco, becoming this sacred taco which held the authority to grant absolution to everyone who partook in its zesty, savory flavors. The crippled, the blind, the one-legged and those missing fingers would all bite into the taco as I held it out to their waiting, hungry mouths. They would bend down and look up into my hairy face with their expressions gnarled with longing, their eyes wide and hopeful. . . . Click here to read entire entry
The passing around of the taco would go on and on. Each taco lasted an average of about five bites from five different people before I would carefully prepare a new one to pass around. As I did so I felt myself transforming, taking on the actual identity of the taco, becoming this sacred taco which held the authority to grant absolution to everyone who partook in its zesty, savory flavors. The crippled, the blind, the one-legged and those missing fingers would all bite into the taco as I held it out to their waiting, hungry mouths. They would bend down and look up into my hairy face with their expressions gnarled with longing, their eyes wide and hopeful. . . . Click here to read entire entry
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