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Friday, July 18, 2008
It's Not Creamy's Fault
In the heat of the moment, something sticky and smelly fell through the tiny gap in Daryl's underwear and shorts, along his legs and onto the floor.
And he didn't say a word.
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Daryl & Dana
In the heat of the moment, something sticky and smelly fell through the tiny gap in Daryl's underwear and shorts, along his legs and onto the floor.
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