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Jul 2017
It was good that the viceroy was at the palace in audience with the queen. This soak is what she needed. Her lower back, just above the crack-of-itchy, felt romantical. She now hoped that the viceroy would return shortly to give her "the once over." Suddenly, like a motorcycle coming out of nowhere, Josรฉ the gardener entered the bathroom. "Madre," he began, "I beg Jew problem."
   "Oh, slide in," Paula said, feigning anger.
   "And my brother? He too?"
   "Oh, alright."
   With the 3 of them soaping up there wasn't room for the viceroy should he arrive home ahead of schedule.
   "Here ease Carmen," Josรฉ's brother said, and sure enough there was Carmen **** and in the process of draping herself across Paula's dreamy-creamy, parted thighs.
   "Carmen, are you pregnant?" Paula asked.
   "Jess mum," she giggled. "Jew ties are berry **** mum."
   "Here," the gardener said to Paula, "let me feel you up a lot."
  Paula stretched out, the best that she could, for a Mexican *****. "Berry goo," she teased while the soapy water flooded her love tunnel. "Jew ease juice watt I needed," she moaned as Josรฉ took liberties upon her like he was Erik Estrada standing amidst the grandeur that was "California Pines.โ€
   "What's this?!" The viceroy exclaimed as he jumped suddenly into the bathtub like a motorcycle coming out of nowhere.
   "Berry sore he," Carmen said. "I go."
  "Please don't go," the viceroy whined more affectionately than would a dog catcher with gonorrhea, "till I've sluiced your crack!"
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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