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By the way she walks, the way she talks It has you mesmerized, in a way you can’t even imagine. Her grace, as she touches every inch of that floor has every man in there wanting more, and more, and more. So seductive, her reasoning can’t be comprehended Yet, compensated for her work. Look at her strut, left to right Back and forth, for your eyes are glued because she is astounding. Hypnotizing, to say the least. You wish to describe her but, she fails to compete. For she is your dream girl, your fantasy… and even more.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
My Angel (Victoria Secret Model)
By the way she walks, the way she talks It has you mesmerized, in a way you can’t even imagine. Her grace, as she touches every inch of that floor has every man in there wanting more, and more, and more. So seductive, her reasoning can’t be comprehended Yet, compensated for her work. Look at her strut, left to right Back and forth, for your eyes are glued because she is astounding. Hypnotizing, to say the least. You wish to describe her but, she fails to compete. For she is your dream girl, your fantasy… and even more.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
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