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as those felt layers around my legs when I saw what looked like fries in her chest and we ate these flames with mirth and she shook those looks with her brow and borrowed more time each thrill now her gleam in her eyes is wondering there but it died with her bedroom eyes she wink paranormally and such panache that bring her a kiss and the night subside in just a raptuhere or a superfluous tail again
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
Judy
as those felt layers around my legs when I saw what looked like fries in her chest and we ate these flames with mirth and she shook those looks with her brow and borrowed more time each thrill now her gleam in her eyes is wondering there but it died with her bedroom eyes she wink paranormally and such panache that bring her a kiss and the night subside in just a raptuhere or a superfluous tail again
a story about Judy not a song
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
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