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A milk udder lure between her thigh though her chanty where bin nigh as day her ungulate would stack their jugs full in this wooden shack while shop worn gloves did amount a shine must replete but always count only first total inside their raw clement.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Milk And Can (A Holy Cow)
A milk udder lure between her thigh though her chanty where bin nigh as day her ungulate would stack their jugs full in this wooden shack while shop worn gloves did amount a shine must replete but always count only first total inside their raw clement.
#first#light#sacred#cow#milk#nest#carbon#dairy
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
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