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Chimes
All
I wanted
was
to graze
upon
his flesh
as there's
no
time
for
anything
else.
Unless
it
entails
duct tape
glass toys
sandalwood
incense
music
his belt
my cunt
and
his cock.
Those
are
the tools
to
shedding
our
insecurities
as we
chime
into
one
another.
Nothing illegal
I wanted
was
to graze
upon
his flesh
as there's
no
time
for
anything
else.
Unless
it
entails
duct tape
glass toys
sandalwood
incense
music
his belt
my cunt
and
his cock.
Those
are
the tools
to
shedding
our
insecurities
as we
chime
into
one
another.
Nothing illegal
Published 17th Jul 2017
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Anonymous
17th Jul 2017 5:34pm
FUCK !!!
17th Jul 2017 9:41pm
Anonymous
17th Jul 2017 10:56pm
door bell knockers ss...thanks m
18th Jul 2017 8:19am
18th Jul 2017 8:33am
Anonymous
20th Jul 2017 8:14am
You forgot the three legged midget in a clown suit that has Tourette's 😜.
really, penthouse hasn't called you yet
Another scintillating one
really, penthouse hasn't called you yet
Another scintillating one
