There’s this thing that I frankly detest…
How my husband… the way he’s obsessed
With my tits, she exclaimed…
I’m, like, kind of ashamed…
And like… “Grope all you want. Be my guest!”
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There’s this thing that I frankly detest…
How my husband… the way he’s obsessed
With my tits, she exclaimed…
I’m, like, kind of ashamed…
And like… “Grope all you want. Be my guest!”