Silvertip Mountain Big up yourself 'cause you know they don't

the preacherman was  hungry.

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her willy aroma had him roped and pulled, oh yes. fragrance mother nature granted all her daughters.

he'd kept to the trail she left behind, the temptress, and wound around a path his feet knew, but the mind was fogged and focused, fogged and focused.

only her. only her.

and when she was shown to him, black vixen iridescent under sun's heat, such a vicious strength went up his being! he thought, for sure, the sky had struck him.

but it was only she. only she.

a gruff bark announced him, and apophis strode to match her pace, head bowed, tail dropped and ears splayed.

but the grin which split his snout was jagged like a knife.