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Telling her pussy it's an Indian fucking summer or something and then rubbing in the cobbles, dropping the milk on the way home, down on all fours to drink it up, before it soaks away into the mossy bits. and then with half my mouth up her arse this sweet little turd apears, just like cigar almost pleasant almost nasty so i suck on it because thats the only thing to do and then it sort of melts and breaks of in my mouth and i eat it it's a freash little turd. at the other end the story she working at the narna, and her own tale she'l be telling down the pub with her *cunt lickers* and her *dill twitchers*. somehtin's going on and then i realise what, it's not turd I'm sucking and eating, the girl has stuck a cool bar of chocalate up her arse and now it's all over my nose and getting up her chinas, i must lick it clean *

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