Jun 2017
purr I'm in a pickle
you are in
my little red type
my mason rubber, a ring of jars
hide the awes slips, salad perfection
smacks my dilly ****
for lovers only
of my summer sound.
you are in
my little red type
my mason rubber, a ring of jars
hide the awes slips, salad perfection
smacks my dilly ****
for lovers only
of my summer sound.
(M/USA)
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