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She swears she's exotic cut from a foriegn sheet no fruit tastes as sweet not even a mango. So ripe and edible perched on her seat her hands grasp her feet my mouth all wet. Tongue ready to tango stomach wants to eat throat feels the heat completely hypnotic. I bite, but im upset anticipating the treat just flavors of meat she's not so credible.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
Strange Fruit
She swears she's exotic cut from a foriegn sheet no fruit tastes as sweet not even a mango. So ripe and edible perched on her seat her hands grasp her feet my mouth all wet. Tongue ready to tango stomach wants to eat throat feels the heat completely hypnotic. I bite, but im upset anticipating the treat just flavors of meat she's not so credible.
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Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
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