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My lover of the night she was a biter, what can I say I liked that way she ****** on parts other than my neck. But I threw caution to the wind, I had a cold, eating breaded mushrooms. She was coming around as night fell. Mouthwash not wanting my breath to smell like the undead on her lips, she is eternally flawless in moonlight. I guide her downward towards my stake, she can bite off more than she chews, and then some more. I tell her to take it in taking it all, but then a scream as I expelled my life blood as my fanged beauty turns to dust. I wonder what happened no light or garlic? then I read the empty wrapper garlic mushrooms, this really *****
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
She Ate Upon My Stake
My lover of the night she was a biter, what can I say I liked that way she ****** on parts other than my neck. But I threw caution to the wind, I had a cold, eating breaded mushrooms. She was coming around as night fell. Mouthwash not wanting my breath to smell like the undead on her lips, she is eternally flawless in moonlight. I guide her downward towards my stake, she can bite off more than she chews, and then some more. I tell her to take it in taking it all, but then a scream as I expelled my life blood as my fanged beauty turns to dust. I wonder what happened no light or garlic? then I read the empty wrapper garlic mushrooms, this really *****
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
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