dear Mrs. Wild,
I think about you everyday,
but why is it you never think about me?
My mind is an endless cycle.
Mrs. wild so hot. Mrs. Wild so sexy.
All you think is..
Im so hot.. I wonder whats for lunch?
Why can't it be that my whip cream
meet your tits?
Why can't it be that we have children
named Wildinic, Domild, or maybe Areib?
So please mama
but me and you in a hamburger. domokun
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