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The gal next door
The gal next door
she is one beauty of a blunder ….born under reigns of thunder ….when her mom was under the therapists ----fist--- he jerked her… and made her thrust upon his standing hard fist…still the juices jettisoned upwards …he thought twas safer…. no need of a condom ….the sperms will slide ….and no child…. but the blunder he made… was all done in thunder ….when she held him tight ….as she feared a lightning strike ….and rolled him over ….and born was a small little clover ….as his was already inside …he was just over ….she clang on ….till the thunder began to sink ….deeply his ink…. he had no option …. to avoid any friction ….the child was his identical edition ….no DNA… needed he confirmed it…now she was repeating history afresh …with another’s sonny ..so be it...thunder, blunder and under ….and juices all what ---all we wonder …no this was no blunder...but a calculated wonder…another.. no…no ..no... DNA needed... confirmed by the self-witness Mr Thounder… she was now under….
she is one beauty of a blunder ….born under reigns of thunder ….when her mom was under the therapists ----fist--- he jerked her… and made her thrust upon his standing hard fist…still the juices jettisoned upwards …he thought twas safer…. no need of a condom ….the sperms will slide ….and no child…. but the blunder he made… was all done in thunder ….when she held him tight ….as she feared a lightning strike ….and rolled him over ….and born was a small little clover ….as his was already inside …he was just over ….she clang on ….till the thunder began to sink ….deeply his ink…. he had no option …. to avoid any friction ….the child was his identical edition ….no DNA… needed he confirmed it…now she was repeating history afresh …with another’s sonny ..so be it...thunder, blunder and under ….and juices all what ---all we wonder …no this was no blunder...but a calculated wonder…another.. no…no ..no... DNA needed... confirmed by the self-witness Mr Thounder… she was now under….
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