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yo mama told me yo daddy had a tiny pecker. that's why he works from 6 to 9. he's not busy tapping that big rump she's got. I can make it right/bounce/giggle/vibrate/squirt life.
hey, she said it. not me. she wouldn't let me relax "goddamn baby" because she couldn't get enough of that super blast off suck off. crowning me the king/head of all dicks.
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