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The sweetest illNess fills the air ...

yes daddy
the black one
is perfect  

you deserve it  

now put it on
with that
matching skirt  

dressed to impress
as you convert  

into a woman  


as my mind shakes
my body fakes
   the feel of foul  


but i
moan in tones
of    

golden horror/hound dog  


and you fuck me
like the price
was more than fair  


the sweetest illness fills the air

now  
strap on that dick
spit on the tip
then  

slide it in
and  


let my
pussy grip  

then drip
as you sip  
on the last trick...




now strip      





then    







pay me bitch..

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