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／ﾌﾌ 　　　　　　 　ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ LIFT?）　ヽ
/ ｜　　༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ⌒（ゝ._,ノ
/　ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく　 ＼　／
丶＿ ノ ｡　　 ノ､　｡|/
........`ヽ `ー-'_人`ーﾉ
..........丶 ￣ _人'彡\
.............\ 彡 _人彡l
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I forgot about this case later, especially since my father sold that carp at the market. However, when my father was bringing small carps weighting a kilogram or two, I started ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ them, too. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ carps and European carps all year long, and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smaller carps felt better because their mouths fitted my ♥♥♥♥ precisely. I loved ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ them while they were still alive, moving their lips around my ♥♥♥♥. Over the span of half a year, I ♥♥♥♥♥♥, probably, more than 40, probably even 50 carps. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ them several times a day, nutted into their ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, idk why, sometimes I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ them again when they were already frozen in a refrigerator, but that was for a rainy day. I even tried to ♥♥♥♥ a bream once but its mouth was too small. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ a chub once, but still, the carps were the best for me, and whenever my father asked me what he should aim to catch
tomorrow, I convinced him to get carps, allegedly because their meat tastes very good.

I live in a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ town; I have an older sister, mom and dad. My father is a compulsive angler. He often brings home really big carps, catfishes, pikes and sanders. Nevertheless, what I liked the most was the carps, the golden giants.
A year ago, I was at home, jerking off to some porn when I heard my dad outside, joyfully coming home with his friends. I quickly turned porn off and turned Skyrim on. My father's squad came in, I left my computer to greet them and then I saw that my father was holding a trophy of a 9-kilogram carp. I shared his triumph. Dad left the carp at home and went to the bar with his friends. I stayed at home alone and I decided to have a better look at the carp.
It was still alive and was moving its giant mouth. I imagined, idk why, that carp blowing me. Then I felt an erection. I think you can already guess what I did, I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ the carp in its mouth with remarkably meaty lips, and I came right into its mouth. Doing so, I felt an extraordinary pleasure.

absolute mad man

dotayı sal artık you handsome, handsome boy.