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how my cell-mate loved me i miss him now and then i am finally on the outside but he's doing five to ten. i met him in the lunch room he followed to the yard and when he brushed against me i felt something really hard. don't be shy he told me i'll treat you right, you'll see and then he whispered nothings while making love to me. how my cell-mate loved me let me count the ways i love his big house nickname they call him Bubba J Bubba is a big boy and really hairy too if **** rugs are what you love then he's the one for you. He is a big bad tough guy until he is alone and then he is a teddy bear I love to make him moan. He is so soft and snuggly he is my ******* coo he hates for me to call him that as a tough guy he'd be thru. he is like putty in my hands for sure when i am done but at the start he is so hard at least until he **** if he gives me sass i smack his *** and send him to his bunk i am the boss of this sweet pair and I treat him like a punk. he stands real tall when free time comes and fear is felt by all but he looks up when facing me and i'm just five feet tall. i am the tough guy it turns out and he is just a queen i love him and he loves me he's the best i've ever seen. too bad i'm here and he is there i think i'll rob a store then i'll be back in with him again and have sweet love once more.
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Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
How My Cell-mate Loved Me
how my cell-mate loved me i miss him now and then i am finally on the outside but he's doing five to ten. i met him in the lunch room he followed to the yard and when he brushed against me i felt something really hard. don't be shy he told me i'll treat you right, you'll see and then he whispered nothings while making love to me. how my cell-mate loved me let me count the ways i love his big house nickname they call him Bubba J Bubba is a big boy and really hairy too if **** rugs are what you love then he's the one for you. He is a big bad tough guy until he is alone and then he is a teddy bear I love to make him moan. He is so soft and snuggly he is my ******* coo he hates for me to call him that as a tough guy he'd be thru. he is like putty in my hands for sure when i am done but at the start he is so hard at least until he **** if he gives me sass i smack his *** and send him to his bunk i am the boss of this sweet pair and I treat him like a punk. he stands real tall when free time comes and fear is felt by all but he looks up when facing me and i'm just five feet tall. i am the tough guy it turns out and he is just a queen i love him and he loves me he's the best i've ever seen. too bad i'm here and he is there i think i'll rob a store then i'll be back in with him again and have sweet love once more.
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Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
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