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Tessas Thighs

Tessa's Thighs Hey Tessa babe come and kill me with your sexy oversize thighs! The CIA is after you. Reason: your oversize thighs! I see you in your cut down jeans. So awesomely fecking sexy. See the curve of your tailpipe where there's no material, your table top lips tight against the fabric curtains. You need a licence for your sweetie leisure centre body. You age 170. I know many men who want a piece of you. I do. As does my wife. How will you both be, between one another's thighs on the river? Your dear darling do not moan that you have a top body, ace thighs and no licence to use it. I'll give you false ID so I can legally use you, be between your hot oversize cupboards my dear Tessa. You'll enjoy your pussy cat bite being nibbled and my big cockerel up your light bulb. Over and over again. Second Shadow Jimmy Boom Semtex

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