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Sep 2016
Run your hands over my body, make me scream. Bite me and pinch me in places that give me pain. Pull my hair and make me beg. Turn me over and give my *** a smack. Force me to bend down for you and tell you I like it. Use me for what ever turns you on. I am not a good girl, I want to be used. I am not your mothers choice, I have nothing to lose. I like it when you make me squeal and cause me a little pain. What I call having fun, others call depraved.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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