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Sings hymns to appease the wrath of the gods. Plough the fallowed ground and acknowledge that feminine seductions are the source of interplanetary equilibrium. Is that the best that you have got? Well, we know your wiles and will not succumb to your enticements, despite those expectations of the authorities. A wet orifice certainly comes at a price, yet her warmth contains forbidden properties in the face of ritualistic defiance. So, my heavenly being, I urge you to bow the knee in humble adoration to your anatomical deceptions.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
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Sings hymns to appease the wrath of the gods. Plough the fallowed ground and acknowledge that feminine seductions are the source of interplanetary equilibrium. Is that the best that you have got? Well, we know your wiles and will not succumb to your enticements, despite those expectations of the authorities. A wet orifice certainly comes at a price, yet her warmth contains forbidden properties in the face of ritualistic defiance. So, my heavenly being, I urge you to bow the knee in humble adoration to your anatomical deceptions.
david-barr
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
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