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Sipping into a vintage leopard skin ankle low dress. |
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Gliding over it a tasteful pair of purple see-thru panties. |
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With other knights of the defloreum, gracefully wielding my angel pitchfork. |
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Set out into the night to lick the onlookers and perform mass cultivation. |
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Boy would my mother be proud. |
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Oh, how my sisters giggle with splendour. |
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If they could only see how pretty is me |
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Hible-lable, knock-knock Milfred... be a dear and get that for me. |
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Surely you digress? I infest to digest, not impress, but to mess. |
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I must bless, you conquest, Mmm... use finesse? Here's my vest. |
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What's a pest! You take my best, you scabby wretch, applaud it, applaud it. |
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Joy is this, my very own friend. To maul and to mould may a bestir be my wand. |
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And zest this magic vomit. |