A Lovely Girl, Sixteen Years OldHeidi Lynn Staples
He tried to get her off the sweets, to tree farm her, but she was so...so...she'll... She said she lathed, pits in the treats. He cunt-wrenched schlepped it, he spelt grope wall; though she leapt with each person she's meat and tall lit many flies, each one a fallible with a mural as the friend. Stodgy nosed, he's a good moan, reeling, though apeable and many things, a splinter, a pour off geezers, a whore's rush, a whore's dyed hair, a dull- ache kit's mewling, any thug except, please, a mercy fling. He hated the brink that that vulva instant she was wit a covert land! Harlot knows, he went wed to be her Immense Charlatan.
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