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15 December 2013


Karl Elvis

God, I missed you, the you in this voice.

The "Her name, like my name, is Chelsea..." passage above delights me so much, as does the mouth-watering image of a clamoring little knot in your cunt.

I love you, honey.

chelsea g. summers

As ever, you're too kind, Karl Elvish.

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