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I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot.
1 comment on Daughters of the American Revolution Pick up Your Skirts and Fly!
MiaFavela September 27, 2012
Haha, So you decided to go with the naked girls anyway, eh? Looks and sounds great. ;)
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