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Polia Ivanova
14-12-2004, 12:57
He laid her on the table, so pale and clean and bare

His forehead wet with beads of sweat, he rubbed her here and there

He touched her neck and felt her breast, then drooling felt her thigh

The slit was wet and all was set, he gave a joyous cry

The hole was wide, he looked inside – all was dark and murky

He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms…………….





































AND THEN HE STUFFED THE TURKEY!!!!!

May I be the first to wish your dirty little mind a Very Merry Christmas!!!!