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little throttle, the impulsed danger of your noose is slung my neck 'round tighter firmly, the string is bound hungry: i slobber at liquorice glove tangy sweet, its dew, fragrant shoves blue jeans through luscious seep its serious caffeine on which unsleeps i, sup at pink split cotton white as dove feverish the kitten wet shudders love shaken flutter, it's fur shortly cropped exactly few my cheeks roughly slop pressed hurting, skin flakes removed of still i(andpressharderdo)my face eagerly trips their between open wanting little throttle's impulsed dangerous hurter
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
little throttle
little throttle, the impulsed danger of your noose is slung my neck 'round tighter firmly, the string is bound hungry: i slobber at liquorice glove tangy sweet, its dew, fragrant shoves blue jeans through luscious seep its serious caffeine on which unsleeps i, sup at pink split cotton white as dove feverish the kitten wet shudders love shaken flutter, it's fur shortly cropped exactly few my cheeks roughly slop pressed hurting, skin flakes removed of still i(andpressharderdo)my face eagerly trips their between open wanting little throttle's impulsed dangerous hurter
patrick-wakefield-1
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
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