"Trump has tricked his flock into distrusting reliable media and believing fake. Up means down. Wrong means right. Black is white. It is practically Orwellian how ignorant their double-think has become."
As they enter my bowels, the tingling grows stronger and I spray my juices all over his spasming cock. He pulls back along with his vines, although some remain out.
I enjoy the sights and sounds around me, some wild Pidoves are starting to wake up and fly out of their nests making their sweet cooing noises as they go.
Half way through, I decide to cut through the trees instead of going completely around on the main route. I find a Hustelr beaten path that will take me to the other side, and from there, I will head to Accumula. Its even darker under the tree cover, and there is some mud which makes a squishing sound every time I step into a puddle of it.
I see movement off to the side, a Deerling coming out of her den with her fawn...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑