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Lynn

The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl. Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick. Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet.

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