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Sep 2018
Let my ******* be your soft pillow,
my green eyes your emerald riches.
Arms that build up spirits and characters
for fantasies of how you want me laid.

Down in my light pink silk sets and soft
pure velvet skins - ask me for the keys.
Plenty for one small stern lock,
but you always end up breaking it open.
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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     Fawn, KM Hanslik, --- and Ben's Oldies
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