The fit, that's It, to feel the full of DCup near running over; I, gurl, unfurl and Girlfriends
allaround abound. Love your dress, love those
earrings, love the way you love to say I love you
and
then
climax cot-wise; few of my ilk milk;
I do I do and death do me part
if aught I depart from womanly art.
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