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| Oh Joe, I cannot believe that I haven't seen yo' charm befo'. I want yo'. I want yo' bad. Pleez, take me now. Hard. | |
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| What? Are you sure, Tango? You normally hate my guts... | |
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| I've been so wrong. I wanna feel yo' inside uv me. Yo' warm hands on mah firm titties. Mah boday is aching fo' yo' touch, Joe. I'm all yo's. | |
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| Okay, Tango. Let me just take of my clothes, and then I'll help you with yours... | |
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| Zzz... Oh yes, Tango... Zzzz... That feels so good... Zzzz... Who's your daddy? *snore* *grunt* | |
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| Sounds like Joe is having sinful dreaming. I better wake him up by urinating on his face. | |
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