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After the Casa Mia!! I saw you looking at that mock Italian waiter! It always comes back to that Sooner or later! All dark and tanned Muscles rippling under his too tight White "T" shirt. Here we go again are you calling Me a flirt! There he was with his oversized phallic Black pepper mill You jealous bastard you're just Over the hill! Bet if he asked you would twist it for him God you are really that stupid are you Really that dim? When he said "would madam like a liqueur?" You're right he could have had Me there on the floor! You with your sambuca "Do I blow before I suck?" Get here you horny bastard do You fancy................... Your luck |
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