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Little Heater

All dimples and curls and pigeon toes when sitting, purple; and gold dangles light-skinned girl, dark-skinned girl depending on the translation hips swivel to the left, breasts that follow in commanding black bras and matching lacy panties. Rolling backwards into handstands for most motherfuckers, else on the loveseat whipping love back and forth between the swell beneath the shorts and beneath the outer layers, the lip gloss smiles and masquerades beneath the veins and bone and guts: there's a naked, quivering heater switched on all year long its dainty wiring peeking out, the head of the cord puckered.
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Sep 28, 2011
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