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Oct 2019
White pedals of a rose drifting in the wind landing at her **** feet as she walks down lover's lane. Basking sun model wearing ***** shorts with her shirt knotted at the bottom. Revealing a flat stomach, hanging my initial from her belly ring. Humming a lullaby with the voice of an angel. I can hear her heart when she speaks & its mine.
Le Beau
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Le Beau  25/M/Suisun-Fairfield
(25/M/Suisun-Fairfield)   
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