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Dec 2015
She ran to him with a happy burst,
He pressed himself with a rough ******.
She jumped in his arms for the warmth she adored,
He grasped her with his monstrous force.
Her eyes chirped with enchanting laughter,
His mouth curved to a sinister smirk.
She touched him with pure innocence,
He cupped her with dire lust.
He was her favorite man,
And She, his favorite toy.
Avantika Chopra
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Avantika Chopra  India
(India)   
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   Cecil Miller
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