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Please cooperate, sweetheart. You're Laying on your back, posing for A cameraman with a sweaty hand. You're nervous, I understand. But you don't need to worry, we'll take care of you. Oh, I know I know- You need your rent money, right? My dear, you'll get it don't worry don't worry. All he needs is just one Good shot. Stay still for us please, it'll be over soon. And then we're done! See, was that so bad? Zero pain on your part, right? I know, I know, I'll get you your money. Now you wait right here. Except just one thing- would you be willing to model for us again? Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry.
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w-winchester
Published
Sep 30, 2015
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I don't know where this came from???

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#sex#idk#porn#playboy#modeling
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