Dirty elma

There was once a girl named Elma, she was 15 years old. She had a great, curvy body. She had a 36B cup breasts, and was a real flirt. She was one of the schools[…]

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Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Pimpen

about ten years ago when I was only 15 years old, I made the choice of running away from home and hitch-hiking across the united states. boy was the world outside of the little one[…]

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