He wishes me a sleepy bye. I wonder how time flew by. Finishing maternity leave, House, I am about to leave. Life will take it's own course. Unsure whether smooth or coarse. Connected by the precious cord, We instantly struck the chord. Having grown large at the waist, With you, ...
She went to the jungle to graze the herd Unaware, some vultures her footsteps had heard Grabbing and swatting on cowering doe's temple The perverts dragged her to precincts of a temple The predators swooped on the game barely eight Her body her soul then lustily they ate Her passionate ...
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