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Molly Arden

No better way to spend an afternoon
than bare ass on the half moon.

She jogs, cries fake sobs, sucks fat slobs,
snarls and purrs when she takes it from the rubes,
and lets them bite her boobs.

And what does she get besides mother-of-pearl
earrings and bracelet from a dissipated earl,
who leaves teeth marks on her prism?

Dad photographs the masturbating girl,
blindfolded and spanked. Such jism.

Molly Arden

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