Arpig
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Joined: 1/3/2006 From: Increasingly further from reality Status: offline
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Sunday Afternoon There really is no excuse for sitting here hour after hour but as hard as I try to leave I just don't have the power. But it's Sunday, and its a great day to have you with me, taking our leisure, but I have more on my mind today so I'll roll you over and take my pleasure. I don't want a well bred lady, I want a well laid whore. So put it into your mouth do it right, and I'll do you some more. And don't I love the way it looks as your ass starts to turn red. You should never have come here or let me tie you to my bed. But that's the price you pay for being forward and bold, a teasing tongue and probing fingers stopping just short of your needed goal. You don't look like such a lady with your face pressed to the floor. If you ask me nicely I'll go in the back door. Just a kiss of braided leather up along the inside of your thighs. Through the gag your screams sound like happy little sighs. You gave yourself over to me You're mine now, I won't give it back, so come to me when you need to, when you long to hear the whip crack. Then you can be my lady and you can be my whore. I love to see you cry, so I'll shove it up your ass once more. R. P. G.
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Big man! Pig Man! Ha Ha...Charade you are! Why do they leave out the letter b on "Garage Sale" signs? CM's #1 All-Time Also-Ran
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