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When she comes over for dinner I grill some t bones medium rare she inhales the flesh licks the fork and then comes up for air She looks at me and smiles she knows what lies beneath before next course here please take this toothpick there's something caught between your teeth penne pasta with my home made sauce salad with olives and feta cheese chocolate chip ice cream for those who lick their plates clean she's always one of these
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
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When she comes over for dinner I grill some t bones medium rare she inhales the flesh licks the fork and then comes up for air She looks at me and smiles she knows what lies beneath before next course here please take this toothpick there's something caught between your teeth penne pasta with my home made sauce salad with olives and feta cheese chocolate chip ice cream for those who lick their plates clean she's always one of these
Vinny
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
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