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Corn strands like extentions in your hair worn loose around your naked shoulders, the flowers on your dress bunched up revealing the warmth of sun kissed thighs. I watch your bussom rise and fall as you lean back against the bales your hand stretched out beckoning me to make hay whilst the sun shines.
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
Making Hay
Corn strands like extentions in your hair worn loose around your naked shoulders, the flowers on your dress bunched up revealing the warmth of sun kissed thighs. I watch your bussom rise and fall as you lean back against the bales your hand stretched out beckoning me to make hay whilst the sun shines.
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
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