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loverz116

Published: Feb 25, 2010

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_{the BIBLE said kids like us are bound to fall into HELL cause we find warm happiness under the white covers in your bed in the morning, afternoon, nighttime with our wandering fingers on each others' small naked bodies and i say AMEN cause i know i will never walk down the aisle to you}

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6nine-eyes9

Feb 28, 2010

BTW is just GREAT the way it is, don't change the part of the naked little bodies, it gives some kind of innocent strange touch to it that I find really appealing

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