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Sniffing her **** cloth,                     so fresh.. Hanging in the wind..              The moon shows him,                there like flags on                         a hill top to capture... She wakes up in the morning              to find that her Frenches have gone a miss... Hearing the sneezes,              from her next door but one neighbour.. "You perv..                 "Watch out what you sniff, Her ****** never went missing after that day,                            but her eyes did water a few                                                               days later... Forgetting that the itching sneezing  powder                                       wasn't in only one..               and she giggled as she gently scratched.
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
****** Sneezes
Sniffing her **** cloth,                     so fresh.. Hanging in the wind..              The moon shows him,                there like flags on                         a hill top to capture... She wakes up in the morning              to find that her Frenches have gone a miss... Hearing the sneezes,              from her next door but one neighbour.. "You perv..                 "Watch out what you sniff, Her ****** never went missing after that day,                            but her eyes did water a few                                                               days later... Forgetting that the itching sneezing  powder                                       wasn't in only one..               and she giggled as she gently scratched.
#cloth#revenge
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
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