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 | So hey Asaka, I was thinking maybe ... You, me, a bottle of Boone's Farm wine... a tarp and some rubber sheets... You sh#t yourself smear a bit and I videotape it, nude of course... | |
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| Then you pleasure me with your sweet little mouth and whispy lotus tongue while I whip your sh#t covered body with a tennis raquet and call you "Mommy Plops"... | |
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| So, Asaka, how did your meeting with Mr. Smith go this afternoon? | |
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| He berry much typicar North Korehahn typah busy-ness man you kno.. Traditionar typah treat-ah-ment. Askeh mi to flung duu for heem! hai hai! ^_^ | |
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