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my hiney is shiney ya'll glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree, or the path to the hill, in morning glory. I powdered it after my shower. looked in the mirror. If i was a girl, god **** I would love it. Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating. It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that. Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
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my hiney is shiney ya'll glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree, or the path to the hill, in morning glory. I powdered it after my shower. looked in the mirror. If i was a girl, god **** I would love it. Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating. It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that. Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
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