Sunday, April 14, 2013

Story # 13 Let the prey play

silly girl strums a broken guitar, she never quite learned to play, most boys couldn't get very far, with a delightful delay, stressed strings were six things she controlled, twisting and resisting pegs, occasionally her brown eyes rolled, whenever lust crawled up her legs, goose bumps overflowed her pantyhose, leaving a loss of lyrics to say, any singer in the same skin knows, how hard the boys make it to play,

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