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... Oh, she has EVERYTHING. Her Angelic visage. Those hypnotic bedroom eyes,-- breasts which say, "we are not shockingly enormous, yet not elementary school girl flat." Lips made for secret tender kisses only to be lit by the sparkling moonlight which shines through a distant bedroom window,-- her coiffure, seemingly made of silk, frames her face with tempting virginal girlishness. That golden spout between her subtle thighs which offers up thick saccharine nectar as if food from the heavens,-- she has EVERYTHING. And those who are fortunate enough to be invited to her table to eat and drink of her festive delectable delights until they burst,-- then they too will have EVERYTHING. (Inspiration for the above inspired by the one and only Mara Baker) Thank you, gorgeous.
