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THE COUNT'S �QUICKY

Another Beautiful Night, Count's On The Prowl.
I'm Outside A Church, Couple Exchanging There Vow's.
She's Looking So Happy, It's Her Big Night.
Little Does She Know, She'll Fill My Appetite.
Hate To Be A Kill Joy, But Life's Not Fair.
She Caught The Count's Eye, Better Beware.
Follow Them To The Reception, It's A Beautiful Ballroom.
Look Into Her Eye's, Her Thought's I Consume.
Greeting Her Guest's, She's Starting To Sweat.
Starting To Realize, She's Flushed Feeling Wet.
Excuses Herself, Heads To The Ladies Room.
I Lock The Door, She's Moaning Out Of Tune.
Her Sound's Turn Me Off, Silence Her Tongue.
Need To Hurry This Up, Hit And Run.
Pounding Her Pussy, She's So Fucking Wet.
Swallows My Load, Now Time To Jet.
Heads Back To Her Guest's, She's Kissing The Groom.
He's Tasting My Cum, Along With Her Womb.
Caught the Count's Eye, So She Was Doomed.
Her Bridal Party Is Next, To Be Continued.