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The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling. Did you miss me? Wish to dwell in dear love? Touch my milklike skin. Feel the ocean. Lick my deepest. Hear the starry choir. Rip off this lace. That keeps me imprisoned. But beware of the enchantment. For my eroticism is oblivion. Old love lies deep you said. Deeper shall be the wound between your legs...... |
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你可以站得近一点,我不咬人的。哦,通常是不会,偶尔可能会……算了,你还是站远一点吧。
我发现我变成狼人以后不喜欢八分熟的肉排了,最好是零分熟或者还在动的。 |
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