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Dec 2014
When you called me last night
you sounded really hot
when you called me with that sultry voice
all my troubles I forgot
I heard your voice thru the telephone
my god how I wished you were right here
but at least you can hear what you do to me
how crazy you get me
how ***** I get when the thought of you comes up
how badly I want to drink from your cup
how I want to spread you wide and give it to you until I bust
how I want you in every single position
how I may be a ****** but I know my way around your body
oh my god I love it when you get bossy
how loud we get, I hope we don't wake up the neighbors
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It's about *******...
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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