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| Oh of some grand coital measure do I find myself taken fucking aback! What gives with the habit? Did I ever once tell thee to get to a nunnery yet? | |
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| No my love, it was but a surprise. One born with hope of bringing new spark to an old, limp, sagging, petered out, stretchy but nary hard... | |
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| Thou best be shuttting the fuck up bitch, lest I employ said old, limp, sagging, petered out, stretchy but nary hard hoseth of mine to whip the shit out of your nuncheeks in a sideways eight fashion. | |
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