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Dearest My Diary
Dearest Diary aluv u
As I lay my ah funny
Head on my pillow
With the tender thoughts
To in affection
Aluv her jello
I can smell the luv
Of her pussy
And it's essence ah send
Such a stranger to die for
Ah wanting and such an
Ah lifetime to with grin
Her legs of pigeon toed
Bow ah suddles my
Hands Awet ah touch ah tender
Her remembers of our
Times and past truly
Ah glistens her gender
Luv the smell of her
And the gloss the pussy
For ah do ah feel to me
The way she sat her ah pussy
Upon my hand's encourage
From the back is my ah duty
Dearest Diary her lips
Have a texturial
Touch of life's grands
And those awetly ass cheeks
Ah beheld the luv
Of mine hands
Her sweetness of cold
Awet ice ah feel truly
Ah residence within me
The pain of to luv me
Ah rests within
Her muscles ah heartly
She ah told me for real
She need me to play
A part on sweet ah chill
She even said she was
Single that awetly this
Is her first choice of live
I pretended I was
Married to her
It was for the day
She taught me a sugar
Winely ah kissly
That took my breath away
Dearest Diary aluv u
For thy listening
Ah closely to the heart of me
Her pussy's ah tender reception
Awet ah lusts and luhvz
My hand's ah deared addressing
Directing me into her ah swoft
Ah desiring mine ah mouth
As the ah return
Awetly are these ah passions
Ah onely thy ah channel
My ah brain channels for ah burn
As I lay my ah funny
Head on my pillow
With the tender thoughts
To in affection
Aluv her jello
I can smell the luv
Of her pussy
And it's essence ah send
Such a stranger to die for
Ah wanting and such an
Ah lifetime to with grin
Her legs of pigeon toed
Bow ah suddles my
Hands Awet ah touch ah tender
Her remembers of our
Times and past truly
Ah glistens her gender
Luv the smell of her
And the gloss the pussy
For ah do ah feel to me
The way she sat her ah pussy
Upon my hand's encourage
From the back is my ah duty
Dearest Diary her lips
Have a texturial
Touch of life's grands
And those awetly ass cheeks
Ah beheld the luv
Of mine hands
Her sweetness of cold
Awet ice ah feel truly
Ah residence within me
The pain of to luv me
Ah rests within
Her muscles ah heartly
She ah told me for real
She need me to play
A part on sweet ah chill
She even said she was
Single that awetly this
Is her first choice of live
I pretended I was
Married to her
It was for the day
She taught me a sugar
Winely ah kissly
That took my breath away
Dearest Diary aluv u
For thy listening
Ah closely to the heart of me
Her pussy's ah tender reception
Awet ah lusts and luhvz
My hand's ah deared addressing
Directing me into her ah swoft
Ah desiring mine ah mouth
As the ah return
Awetly are these ah passions
Ah onely thy ah channel
My ah brain channels for ah burn
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