Hamlet (Classic)

The wanker, yes, a gut like that.

But fatal.

It's not necessarily the stupidest hand to place on your own sex.

And now I want my Nuophilia.

The only woman in the world who'd want to bust a tight-ass dress anyway.

Ophelia, Ophelia, Magnificent, would you get mine?

That would be the point of addressing her.

Maybe not.

Especially from me.

Because I'm a well-bred boy,.

I'm a gentleman and a gentleman.

Oh, Failure.

So high upon the soft sheets, as if it were not even offles, but Wittchen.

I'd marry her without this day.

Oh, King of Jesus.

"We are the Ahoy there. Ah!

Ahoy! Ah!

Ahoy! Ah!

Those are my boobs. They always jump in my heels.

I don't want to go into the compound.

Yeah, but you know who.

No, it's just a Moriana banner.

Fine, I'll be going.

There's a little toilet.

So old fate has won, poor fellow. About 3 to 1.

Oh, my Ophelia. My skull here. Almost as hard as a cock that sees you.

I need it now. I want some women now.

Ah, you've got a beautiful ass.

Dude, dude.

I just want a regular fuck, maybe a pimp.

Haven't you forgotten anything?

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