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| Badtz-Maru@Ekim_Rekab |
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| TAAAAAAAH-HA! Ya, shu es wahn fahn WIGGIT! Oooo. Tangy is the night. Oon crush syllable am I to spork on yon nipple airs when dark is upon the sheen-shown. I taste the black of your hips like the fish I suck each dawn when I massage my corn husks in the shower of preparation. But noon can obscure the first light of panties of silk and when I bite, you bite back. Excruciating joy in heart and pants and the black of your hips lingers as I, who am noon like noon other, taste the night. |
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