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The left makes a tinkling sound, the right a majestic honk. If I squeeze them in time, I can play a stirring rhythm. I take a teat in each hand and stretch them out like elastic. Their music stirs the senses; it warms the heart. Soon they are long enough to wind around my body. I am nude. My skin is taut and creamy. I enshroud myself in my melodic breasts. My legs part, my spine sharply flexes, my vagina bellows; it bellows for you. It is time. I will have your baby. (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)
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Is that the pope?
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