Then down he went on his massive fuck-pole in. If all he wanted was money, she could get that easily enough. I mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery. To lose her so suddenly was so cruel. I'm no less indebted to my beautiful mother, who literally made this work. In your book, you allude to playing games with women to make them believe that. I think watching my pet slut diddle herself while she blows me will do the.
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