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She swears she's exotic cut from a foriegn sheet no fruit tastes as sweet not even a mango. So ripe and edible perched on her seat her hands grasp her feet my mouth all wet. Tongue ready to tango stomach wants to eat throat feels the heat completely hypnotic. I bite, but im upset anticipating the treat just flavors of meat she's not so credible.

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demetri-kirkland

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Published: Nov 17, 2010
LinesWords: 3165

Notes: Copyright and Composed by Metr!

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