If you're reading this, I more than likely died in a meat cleaver attack.
What place are you guys talkin' about?
At first I was taken aback by your fathers boozy breath, but he sweetly croaked in my ear, "I want you inside me." So I held the daddy down, I did. There was a look of feral terror in his eyes and he screeched like a muskrat. Three quick thrusts caused me to spit a geyser in his rump. I soon rolled the limp body on its side. "I want the 'D'," hissed the daddy, all locused-voiced and spent. Love, The Mommy
After reading this informative article on mesquite based corn chips, I've decided that I want you in me.
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