50 shades of grey, local edition
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50 shades of grey, "burnley" edition"as he approached with those pasty white arms hanging out of his gola vest, his smile told me it was benifit day and i knew my velour tracksuit would be hanging off the lampshade tonight. It was Dwaynes birthday. I was preparing his favourite tea of findus pancakes and potnoodle. I would let him take me in any way tonight. His favourite position was what he called dogs of war. Were he took me from behind and played call of duty at the same time. Our 6 week anniversary was approaching. This would be my longest relationship without getting pregnant. I thought of this as he lay on me making love. His skinny arms straddled my head like breadsticks either side of an orange. As i rubbed his whiter than white back i imagined every mole i felt was spelling out braille for i love you. As i stood in line at the jobcentre thinking of reasons i couldn't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, b.o and Lynx Africa. I turned around and there was Dwayne
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50 shades of grey, "burnley" edition"as he approached with those pasty white arms hanging out of his gola vest, his smile told me it was benifit day and i knew my velour tracksuit would be hanging off the lampshade tonight. It was Dwaynes birthday. I was preparing his favourite tea of findus pancakes and potnoodle. I would let him take me in any way tonight. His favourite position was what he called dogs of war. Were he took me from behind and played call of duty at the same time. Our 6 week anniversary was approaching. This would be my longest relationship without getting pregnant. I thought of this as he lay on me making love. His skinny arms straddled my head like breadsticks either side of an orange. As i rubbed his whiter than white back i imagined every mole i felt was spelling out braille for i love you. As i stood in line at the jobcentre thinking of reasons i couldn't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed, b.o and Lynx Africa. I turned around and there was Dwayne
if not press the green tab to tell me to f**Koff 
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