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Oct 2016
Black and lace
smile on my face
emotions lit
pants no longer fit

scooping neckline
cleavage is fine
skirt cut up high
excited by view of thigh

French maid to clean
has made me long and lean
sparkling clean and dripping spit
now my turn to clean your bits
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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