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She tussled and fought, squirmed and wiggled, the ends of her hairs oh how they tickled. She smelled of sugar and spice like purple haze, remy martin, and bubblicious , the sins of life... Everything nice. Her lips drove me crazy I could smell the cherry dying to be burst, I'm going to save this one as she fights I squeeze, As she bites I likes, A woman... I found a woman Cuz she won't just give it up.... How to keep her safe???? thats gonna be hard to explain, I can see it in her face......
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
Dairy 8 of a pyscho super hero
She tussled and fought, squirmed and wiggled, the ends of her hairs oh how they tickled. She smelled of sugar and spice like purple haze, remy martin, and bubblicious , the sins of life... Everything nice. Her lips drove me crazy I could smell the cherry dying to be burst, I'm going to save this one as she fights I squeeze, As she bites I likes, A woman... I found a woman Cuz she won't just give it up.... How to keep her safe???? thats gonna be hard to explain, I can see it in her face......
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
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