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THE DIPLOMAT
The thick chair cups the fat ass of the pencil cop.
The meeting is adjourned and he's once again Lincoln Continental safe, speeding home.
"Darling will you rub my legs?' he begs-
as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his helplessness.
Fat turns to wax.
He slides between the sheets of their king-sized double crypt,
only to find the mannequin gone.
The meeting is adjourned and he's once again Lincoln Continental safe, speeding home.
"Darling will you rub my legs?' he begs-
as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his helplessness.
Fat turns to wax.
He slides between the sheets of their king-sized double crypt,
only to find the mannequin gone.
Published 11th Oct 2021
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