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Is it bad that I dance constantly with dishes in my hands and dubstep in my heart but the only kind of dancing I want to do is against your experienced hips? Pardon my enthusiasm. But I want to be rocked until the chair is broken until the horses have run away until our bodies are torn to pieces with nothing left but the beat
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Rock Me
Is it bad that I dance constantly with dishes in my hands and dubstep in my heart but the only kind of dancing I want to do is against your experienced hips? Pardon my enthusiasm. But I want to be rocked until the chair is broken until the horses have run away until our bodies are torn to pieces with nothing left but the beat
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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