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Late Summer Love

When the hail finally came a poundin and the balls of ice were a moundin' I was making love in my room by the light of the evening moon but my wife screamed "no stop, it's to soon!"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 1/10/2015 12:24:00 AM
Haha, funny but effective write.. This is genius, Maurice!
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