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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Dear Poker Buddies
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Never had I thought I could bare this place I now love here with the loss of my ego and completion of sexual contentment I’ve begun looking at women from above the hips and under the curl. How much time I missed in their hidden scented sisterhood, and now my eyes fall into shameful regret from the lies my vision sold to me.- Details
- Written by: wickedwahine_69
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I walked towards the pier of self reflection. Wrapped from head to toe in heavy winter clothes. Including gloves boots hat and my best ally a thick soft scarf. Black of course because it had become the color I felt most attracted to. The lack of color allowing me to hide behind it... expressionless.
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- Written by: rohitmulange
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She’s a caddy built in 1959 and she’s fine and all mine.
She sparkles with them there two big bullet front bumpers and she got herself one fine pink paint job that looks like tightly drawn skin over that there beautiful body and when I take her top down, oee-iee she’s a looker not a hooker.
