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The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked choose

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[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 169: The child was born dead [...] and luckily her parents believed her story about spraining her ankle.
at break one’s/an ankle (v.) under break, v.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 45: What a pearl of a cunnie [...] what a lovely brush, what a lot of silky hair you have heere.
at brush, n.4
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 122: He must be a splendid performer, a perfect stallion, a grand bull.
at bull, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 51: Pictires in which all that a man has, prick, balls, bush, are represented with striking fidelity.
at bush, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 53: It would [...] be m ore agreeable for a man to feel when he [...] squeezes in the last line after the short digs.
at dig, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 100: I don’t like letters, I like a naked prick [...] they are not real letters [...] but they are litle coverings of skin, or thin indiarubber, which men put on to their pricks.
at French letter, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 57: She had to admit that she did love, being had by Master Charlie.
at have, v.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 182: ‘I am sure Susan would like to make his acquaintance, and that of holy Saint John Thomas too!’.
at John Thomas, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 60: That thing is called his prick, or his yard, or his tool, or his Johnnie, or half a hundred other names [Ibid.] 121: So soon as Master Johnnie Prick is out of their cunnies the girls spring to their feet.
at johnny, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 43: Her hand, having no obstacle to oppose it, took possession of my fleshy motte and throbbing cunnie [...] ‘How nice! what a sweet, sweet little cunt!’.
at mot, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 168: The way his hips sink between her thighs, as he presses his motte to hers.
at mot, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 76: Your cunnie, if it has the nutcrackers, tightens and loosens on his prick, giving him further delight [...] The nutcrackers [...] are when your cunnie grasps his prick [...] It must be the muscles about the narrow entrance that do it.
at nutcrackers, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 155: ‘Oh Clara! [...] are you in pod?’.
at in pod (adj.) under pod, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 39: And how on earth could you manage an al fresco poke if you wore these drawers?
at poke, n.1
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 53: It would [...] be m ore agreeable for a man to feel when he [...] squeezes in the last line after the short digs.
at short strokes, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 99: Every atom of spend must be removed.
at spend, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 65: Ah, my sweet Susan is growing randy! [...] a little bit of a spend would do her good.
at spend, n.
[UK] ‘Suzan Aked’ The Simple Tale of Suzan Aked 39: Instead of finding a nice charming bush, and a hot little twot ready and eager for his hand and probing finger, this wretched calico would be in his way!
at twat, n.
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