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Her *** is red from the slams in bed I can see her face through the spider plant A bit creepy as she reminds me of me aunt Another shot of ***** She wants me to call her mama The ****** could be hear across London I made it into her dungeon We flirt like Tom and Jerry Back in prom I'd pop that cherry After the release She looks in my eyes a few moments pass and she implies - Ride me again like a Porsche 911 and rev my engine again u gorgeous
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
After *** . . .
Her *** is red from the slams in bed I can see her face through the spider plant A bit creepy as she reminds me of me aunt Another shot of ***** She wants me to call her mama The ****** could be hear across London I made it into her dungeon We flirt like Tom and Jerry Back in prom I'd pop that cherry After the release She looks in my eyes a few moments pass and she implies - Ride me again like a Porsche 911 and rev my engine again u gorgeous
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
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