She glanced down at the spectacle climbing upon her pelvic bone. A beagle, tied to the leg of a well-endowed lifeguard, smoking a pipe. Well, wasn't that just f***ing special? There was just something about her Jantzen, and that something was the unmistakeable odour of fox piss. Maybe it was to be expected after all.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
There's Something About A Jantzen
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There's something about a pointy bra....
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