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"Why are you so soft?" she whispered. "I'm not as soft as you think, My dear." But that didn't stop her From sleeping on my chest. She sat up suddenly, "I'm sorry, I'll drool on you." "You've done worse, darling, I certainly don't mind." What's a little drool on your chest To have a woman engulf you? That's a fair ******* price.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
drunken cuddle tales
"Why are you so soft?" she whispered. "I'm not as soft as you think, My dear." But that didn't stop her From sleeping on my chest. She sat up suddenly, "I'm sorry, I'll drool on you." "You've done worse, darling, I certainly don't mind." What's a little drool on your chest To have a woman engulf you? That's a fair ******* price.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
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