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Running Out
written by SuperBob09:12 AM 8/10/04| I can't think of how to say this...My mind is racing Master...I can only seem to yell...MAKE IT FASTER!...Get me bloody and make it quick....don't make me have to hurt your dick....I'll tear you apart either way....but damnit I want some fun today...so tie me down and don't be slow....just think of how our juices will flow....then beat me quick and make it hard....as you pump into me with that rod....any place you choose just be tender yet rough....make me forget about all that other stuff...and when we're finished slice me again....so I can fall asleep to that everlasting pain |
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dum de dum dum
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (8-10-2004 - 09:17 AM)
| *drools* Excessive...Impressive...*bows* |
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