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Bubble Butt
Impressive signs she has a design
Her eyes are like a spring divine
Love sprouting as her eyes wink
Her lips are a seductive drink
Enticing my mind with an infatuating line
Come winters and every thing looks shut
Yet she lets the world know that she has a bubble butt.
Passion fruits dangling from her chest
This is what she is at her best
When she leaves open the but...
Wednesday 18th November 2020 1:50 pm
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