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The Family's Basment(18+)
My precious, oh dear sweet precious
how your wounds have healed
Who would have thought?
No arms, no legs...
You still beg!
I should have sewn your mouth shut!
It okay it okay, i have your medicine
Let me play a sweet lullaby for my precious
"Hang you on a chain
Fuck your Skull and Brain!
Turn you around
Pound and Pound and Pound!"
Unimpressed, it feels just like yesterday, when my precious had a tight red hole
you sick little shit!
I have to go get your sister don't i?
Maybe your father that it?
Oh wait, i whacked that whore first!
Tight ass, he was hard to break though...
Guess I'll go get your mother.
Be right back!
how your wounds have healed
Who would have thought?
No arms, no legs...
You still beg!
I should have sewn your mouth shut!
It okay it okay, i have your medicine
Let me play a sweet lullaby for my precious
"Hang you on a chain
Fuck your Skull and Brain!
Turn you around
Pound and Pound and Pound!"
Unimpressed, it feels just like yesterday, when my precious had a tight red hole
you sick little shit!
I have to go get your sister don't i?
Maybe your father that it?
Oh wait, i whacked that whore first!
Tight ass, he was hard to break though...
Guess I'll go get your mother.
Be right back!
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