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Samson and Delilah

Delilah: Samson, why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust? the hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft feel of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays. You truly do have the strength of a god, but even a god is subject to the mind-blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me by submitting to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated wedlock which you earnestly desire will be certain. Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your honey gate. How could I ever resist thee Delilah? certainly at your behest, I bequeath my awesome and divine strength. Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands, and see that there never was, nor can ever be, a warm resting place for your wearied head like these lovely hands of mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.

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Date: 4/22/2017 3:00:00 PM
Love it :)
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Joseph C Ogbonna
Date: 4/23/2017 12:02:00 PM
Thank you so much Debbie.