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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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Upon thy cheek thy deush was slapped,
leaving behind a bloody ooze which trickled down thy cheek Into a cup, which when full, I will then Drink. Finger lickin good! I love when she's on the rag. That odor... Excuse me while I vomit.
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